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lunawings · 2 months

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While I was in Japan during March 2024, I was able to visit the Pretty Rhythm Rainbow Live 10th Anniversary Exhibit. This is my favorite anime of all time, so it was an incredible honor.

Unfortunately, you could not take pictures in many areas and I always try my best to be respectful and follow the rules. So, I will describe it.

The walls of the first room were covered in several tapestries depicting each individual episode of the anime, so you could reminisce about everything that happened as you slowly walked through the room. In the middle of the room, there were several exhibits perfectly recreating every single paper, notebook, sketch...

Hokkaido itinerary? Wakana and Bell's test scores? Momo's Happy Rain costume sketches? Naru and Bell's manager applications? The score to pride? Any piece of paper you can think of that appeared in PRRL, it was all HERE! Recreated with meticulous accuracy...

The next room was the photo room where you could take pictures in Prism Stone or in front of Rinne's feathers.

Something else they had here which was really neat, was all of these mini photo ops of various scenes from the anime that you could put your plushies or figures into! As I rarely have someone with me to take photos of myself at events like this, and I rarely post them even when I do, NGL I loved it. I wish I had brought something! I did have a PAF Naru on my bag I could have used, but it would have taken time to unpin her so unfortunetly I did not.

The next room contained an exhibit of various merch from throughout the years.

Unfortunately, there wasn't really much merch to look at in the classic section. Just the guitars, some stones, and the Smart Pod Shot. But I definitely think there was more than that back in the day! There has to have been because I own at least one thing that was not in here (a pool bag) haha!

They also had a REAL prism guitar on display, which apparently they are actually going to sell at some point!?

The last part of the exhibit before going to the gift shop, was a hallway with messages from all the voice actresses and the director. This was also a zone where photos were banned, but I remember in the director's he acknowledged Rainbow Live as being the only Pretty Rhythm season to achieve a 10th anniversary celebration and ended his commentary with "Glorious Pretty Rhythm" hahaha. Next was the gift shop...

Which was honestly super disappointing... I was prepared to spend a lot of money here, but in the end, I barely bought anything. Everything, EVERYTHING good was blind and the stuff that wasn't was just so expensive.

Like, they had this set of Hiro cards with his magazine covers and debut poster and I really wanted them but when I actually saw them it was like... 2,000 yen? FOR THREE CARDS!? Those tiny little cards you can see up there below the keychains?

????????????

Am I missing something!?

In the end I bought two Wakana boards and two clear files. And the one blind thing I couldn't resist was the Prism Stone badges... which turned out to be Otoha x2 and one Ann. Gah.

I also might have bought a Wakana plush doll, but she was sold out. Out of all the Rainbow Live girls she was the only one sold out both here and at Tokyo Station Prism Stone.

And here were the bonuses I got. Including, yes, the AiPri card. So for people who saw me posting it over on @pretty-idol-hell, this was where it came from.

I also got a very special letter, which I am saving to translate at a later date...

Outside the event was an up and running Pretty Rhythm machine, or so I thought. Wow, no line! I said to myself as I happily bounced up to it only to find the coin slot taped over and a sign reading it could not be used. Darn. (I know there's no prism stones left in the wild, but come on, there's no free play mode...? Well, I guess even if there was they wouldn't want people loitering around the exhibition.)

Anyway, as you read I did have a few complaints, but it still makes my heart happy that this event existed at all. I loved all the time and effort that went into making all the recreations of things!

#pretty rhythm #prrl #pretty rhythm rainbow live

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ellenblogs-blog · 1 year

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Headcanons for rottmnt villains

Baron Draxum

You've never beaten Draxum in rock paper scissors. Therefore, when you tried to solve some everyday issues with the help of this game, you were defeated, but sometimes Draxum gives in to you. He admits it after a while, but he likes to see your joyful face

Big mama

Big mom loves to spoil you and it's no secret, but if you spoil her, she breaks up. It's not necessarily something expensive, she enjoys every little thing that you give her, even a keychain makes her smile big

Hypnopotamus

Hypno brings home stray animals. There's nothing you can do about it, because the animals are really cute. So while Hypno takes care of them, you find them loving homes and good shelters via the Internet

Warren Stone

Because of his small stature, it is difficult for Warren to do some chores around the house. Therefore, he uses you as a ladder to help you on business. It wipes the dust on the upper shelves well. But you are the only one washing dishes

Meat Sweats

Meat Sweats prepares food for you to work or study. He always packs it in nice lunch boxes and you have a note with wishes for a good day. But he will deny everything if you ask him about it.

Repo Mantis

Repo likes to cuddle. But sometimes it can be problematic because of its spikes, they are quite sharp. You have come up with a way to throw a blanket over his body and hug him. It's safe and soft - double the fun

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #hypno potamus #hypnopotamus #baron draxum #meat sweats #repo mantis #big mama #warren stone

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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(i wanted to do one last one im sorry (/_;))

Dear Razor,

I hope this finds you well in the lands of Wolvendom. How have you been, dear? And how is Bennett? Not in any more cuts and bruises, I hope.

I know you always take care of Bennett whenever you adventure together but don't forget to take care of yourself, too! Both of you are like little brothers to me and I would hate to see you two injured. We are lupical, as you would always say.

I will return to Mondstadt soon, rest assured bringing gifts of course. Until then, I wish you bountiful hunts for you and the rest of your lupical. Can't wait to see you soon, dear. And pass this along to Bennett will you?

signed,

avo

(A tiny keychain crocheted version of him and Bennett lay inside the letter. Along with a small illustration of you and him)

(I love Razor sm btw. He's best boy and I will protect him at all costs)

razor sat among his pack, absentmindedly picking leaves or shedding pieces of fur from their coats whenever he got bored. night watch was quiet, peaceful, an easy time to think when opposed to the busy bustle of daytime. though it wasn’t good for him to take every watch, he did volunteer for them more often than the other wolves.

the night was calm, the trees thin enough to allow enough light through that he could see, but thick enough that no enemies should see him sitting up in the cave. occasionally a wind would sweep through, a chill creeping up his arms, but he would simply sink them into whoever’s fur was closest and wait for the wind to pass. it always did, even in mondstat.

razor stood up, carefully picking his way out of the cave. at the mouth, he stretched, feeling his gloves brush the stone at the top. one downside of night watch was the tension that came with constantly being on alert. it was a necessary evil, as a sleeping pack was a vulnerable one, and he was always sure to rid of any excess. the last thing he needed was a cramp or a strained muscle when an enemy-

leaves rustled, and he barely had to think before reaching for his claymore, already on the handle and ready to pull.

the bushes were still. it could be a squirrel, or a bird. something harmless. small. it was rare, but it had happened before, and that detail alone kept him from waking the others.

when the intruder appeared, it was not a clear threat. but, it was no squirrel either. it came from above, a second sun falling from the branches in slow motion. it spun in midair as he watched, ridding itself of the leaf that had landed on top of it.

razor hesitated. did he call it? it… seemed harmless, drifting towards him at a lazy pace. the wind picked up, from the star towards him, carrying a familiar smell. so it was from someone he knew…

carefully, he let the ball fall into his cupped hands, looking up at where it came from. the leaves would occasionally part, but he didn’t see anybody or anything up there. just the night sky, with a few falling stars streaking across the thin patches he could see.

stars…

he looked back down at his hands, but the ‘star’ was gone. two small doll-like plushes rested in his hands, attached to hooks and laying on a bed of paper, with lettering for sheets. the figures looked familiar, but he quickly turned his attention to the words themselves.

your letter wasn’t long, but with the amount of times he reread it it might have been. he knew you—just because he lived with the wolves didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of the one who made them, boreas would have his hide otherwise—but not why you would send him a letter. he did not need your writing to know he was one of your favored. he did not need a star to tell him he was cared for. you had done that on your own, with your kind words when bringing him and bennett on your journey, when you blessed him with claws of iron and teeth of thunder.

still, he held your gifts close, smiling slightly at your drawing. maybe, you would come visit him in wolvendom, and his lupical would be complete.

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mrsjellymunson · 8 months

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Steve’s Keychain

Written for the @steddiemicrofic microfic challenge September prompt: Charm.

WC: 548 || Rating: G || CW: Brief, implied era-typical homophobia; weed mentioned in passing but no actual smoking. Lactose-intolerance-inducing cheese at the end I’m really sorry, the lines wouldn’t leave my head so I had to include them

A/N: This is the result of fluff-writing and pic-making practice, and a previous hyperfixation 😉 Also, I noticed pre-posting that this is not the first fic with this theme, but I promise it was convergent creativity - great minds think alike, right? 😄👏

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Eddie’s discovered a passion for making jewellery.

It started when Max and El forced him to make friendship bracelets with them one rainy Saturday. Since then he’s amassed a modest collection of tools and findings that he keeps stashed away almost as well as he hides his weed.

He loves how combining bits of metal and glass forms something special. He especially the concept of charm bracelets, and creating a unique, personal collection that grows over time.

Of course, Steve couldn’t wear one of those. Not just because people might ask awkward questions, but because Steve’s a physical guy and it would simply get in the way.

Eddie has a different idea. He attaches a loop of sturdy chain to a keyring, and attaches it to Steve’s keys. On significant events, or when he finds something cute, Eddie gifts Steve a charm and attaches it to the chain.

Steve loves it. It’s a constant reminder of Eddie’s devotion and love. The good times.

Plus, Steve always has it with him. People don’t notice or question the chain, and the majority of the charms are hidden by Steve’s keys (for now, at least).

Eddie adores collecting the charms. He buys them, finds random curios, saves plastic gifts from the arcade and the surprise egg machines outside Melvald’s.

There’s a heart, of course.

And a clockface, because, “We are for all time”.

A guitar, “So you’ll never forget me.” (“Dude, like I ever could…”)

A car, for the first time they made out (Eddie wishes it’d been a more romantic venue, but the way Steve made him feel? He’ll totally take it).

A spoon celebrates the first time they went on an almost-proper ‘date’ and shared a sundae in public. Okay, it was at Benny’s late one night and there was hardly anyone around, but they had fun sharing the sweet treat, fingers touching across the table, Benny looking on affectionately.

There’s a hag stone with a hole, discovered at Lover’s Lake.

A book, because Eddie reads Tolkien to Steve.

And Cthulhu (okay, octopus) because one day it’ll be Lovecraft.

There’s a plastic dinosaur, from their first Christmas cracker.

A key to commemorate the day they exchanged spares.

There’s cogs and machine parts Eddie brings from the shop, because he wants Steve to know he thinks about him all day.

A bell, for the cats they feed at the trailer park.

A rat for the ROUSs in their favourite comfort film.

Eddie even found a fire extinguisher, to remind Steve of that time they tried to bake brownies but got distracted making out against the washer, and almost burnt the trailer down.

Eventually the kids cotton on, bringing things for Eddie to add.

Steve’s keychain gets heavier and bulkier, and Steve couldn’t be happier.

The one thing that bothers him is that he can’t do something similar for Eddie. He mopes as Eddie retrieves his pliers to attach another trinket, and when Eddie probes he whines, “I don’t have anything like this for you.”

Exuding pure fluff, Eddie’s fingertip boops Steve’s nose.

“You don’t need to, you have all the charms I want. In fact, you’re my Prince Charming.”

Steve looks at Eddie’s jewellery supplies, and, smirking, retorts facetiously,

“Then I guess that makes you my Lord of the Keyrings..?”

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Thanks for reading! 😃

And again, I’m so sorry for those final lines 🙈

#steddiemicrofic #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie microfic #jeweller!eddie munson #steddie fic #Eddie munson x Steve Harrington #pure fluff

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 1 year

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I seek romance with my favorite scrimblos. Can I see some general relationship HCs for a GN! Reader paired with Mahiru and Ibuki?

Your Wish Is My Command (You have no Idea how happy getting a request made me but I probably went Waaaaaay over board on this)

Ibuki Mioda

Okay first things first, confession time. Ibuki is one of my favorite Characters, Hell she’d probably be in my top five if Mukuro or Celestia didn't exist (You can take Mikan, Toko, and Jack out of my cold dead hands).

Now, let’s start with the basics

The two of you probably met at some Ma and Pop coffee shop, or Cafe.

It started out just as two people chilling while waiting for their coffee to be made.

But luckily it was a very busy day at rush hour

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“Sooooo, what are ya in for?” Ibuki asked you as she hopped her leg in place.

You pocketed your phone and looked her directly in the eye’s before saying with the most serious face imaginable “Manslaughter.”

Ibuki and you went quiet for a moment before you started laughing and said in between chuckles “Calm down miss I’m just messing with you!”

Ibuki soon joined in on the laughter as well

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After that you and her would have little meetups every so often.

During one of these meetups the two of you started talking about what you liked

And Ibuki had one of her “Happy Freakouts”

You honest to good thought she was having a seizure because you asked what her favorite genre of music was only to be blasted with more information on metal music than there is on Wikipedia

It was a little shocking honestly

Then she asked you what your favorite genre of music was (Personally I enjoy Desert Rock, and Alternative Indie Rock, Think Queens Of The Stone Age and Arctic Monkeys)

Ibuki then filed that little tidbit of information away for a later date

After this little meetup Ibuki decided that she was going to ask you out soon

And you decided you were going to ask Ibuki out soon too

You know what that means!

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“Hey I’ve got something I want to ask you!” You both said to the other at once.

“Oh, sure you go first!” The two of you once more said to each other at once.

You both went quiet before narrowing you both narrowed your eyes and shouted out your favorite Ice Cream flavor at the exact same time.

“Phew, I’m glad we aren’t sayin- OH GOD DAMN IT!!!” You both shouted as you once more began saying the same things.

“Okay on 3 we say the things we wanted to ask each other, I mean we can’t be asking the same thing right!?” You both exclaimed.

“One”

“Two”

“THREE”

“WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME!!!... WAIT WHAAAAAT!!!” You both shouted to each other at the same time as the owners of the Coffee shop shouted “FINALLY!” and Ibuki had another one of her “Happy Freakouts”

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But now that the set up out of the way let’s get to those headcanons

Ibuki to me seems like someone who would value emotional openness and affection over physical but only slightly

She gives wonderful hugs

Very respectful of your boundaries, preferences, and limits

That said I hope you don’t mind loud noises and early mornings

This girl loves music almost as much as she loves you and right now she’s working on something to blow you away one day

She likes giving and receiving small cutesy gifts like little animals that go on your keychain or little stickers you could put on your phone case.

She also likes more symbolic things, words of love, acts of service, things that can bond the two of you together.

You are the very first person she will ever let hear her new music (Save for one song but only because it’s something she wants to be perfect)

Her screen saver is a picture of the two of you doing something fun but relaxing together

Ibuki is very respectful of your boundaries and limits, ready to stop something IMMEDIATELY if you ask her to

Her favorite thing to do with you (That isn’t cuddling) Is slow dancing with each other (Which is surprising due to her constant Manic energy)

In summaryIbuki is lady with a very pure definition of love based on mutual respect of boundaries and of the other person in the relationship

Mahiru Koizumi

You and Mahiru probably met completely by accident

Either by literally running into each other or because the two of you got shoved together while doing something

At first neither of you really knew what to say to the other

So one of you decided to blurt out a really shitty joke that the other one completely understood

It snowballed from there into Mahiru asking you if you wanted to grab some food sometime

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You opened the door of an old hole in the wall restaurant that looked like it was here before the invention of the car and walked in.

An elderly woman looked up at you before smiling and saying “I assume you are here with Koizumi-Chan correct?”

“O-oh yes I am.” You responded to the elderly woman.

“Well it’s about time that girl got herself someone good for her” The woman said before standing up from her chair and gesturing for you to follow her.

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As you followed the lady through the hall leading to what you could only assume was the dining area you noticed that both of the walls were covered in framed photographs that dated back decades

But one picture in particular caught your attention

It was a relatively new photo when compared to the others

It showed the woman you were following except a decade or so younger

Next to her stood an elderly man which you could only assume was her husband

And on her otherside was what you could only assume was a much younger Mahiru

When you asked her about the photos the woman explained that her family and Mahiru’s mother’s family have been friends going back generations

However before you could ask her to elaborate she shooed you into the dining area where Mahiru was fidgeting

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“Mahiru-Chan, your date is her!” The elderly woman exclaimed before turning around and walking back to the front of the restaurant

Mahiru let out a strangled noise before you sat down

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This poor girl is about ready to hurl

She is a nervous reck

This is her first time doing anything like this

Please calm her down

Ask her about her hobbies and passions

Or something

Please!

After asking her about her hobbies and calming her down things start going well

The two of you really hit it off

Enough to get Mahiru to ask you on another one

So now with the set up done let’s get to the headcanons

To begin with things started off slow

Handholding, little dates and outings, the small things that build a strong foundation to a relationship

When she hugged you for the first time it was a big shock

She nearly killed you

Lazy and Late mornings everyday

This is probably due to the fact she has absolutely no sleep schedule

She loves taking photos of you and the places the two of you visit while she’s at work

She gives you very well thought out and useful gifts

She uses you kind of as a test group on her photos and new styles she’s experimenting with

Her screen saver is actually a pretty clever photo

Her’s shows you holding on half of a heart while yours shows her doing the same

Together your screen savers make a full photo

Her favorite memory of the two of you is when both of you had the same day off and were able to stay in bead nearly all day

In summary Mahiru is the type of person who takes things slow but that's because she wants to make sure everything is perfect with the two of you

Sorry if this isn't what you wanted!-Cosmic

#danganropa #ibuki mioda x reader #danganropa x reader #danganropa x you #Mahiru koizumi x reader #character x you

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world-of-jademountain · 3 months

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Animus Chaos

World of Jade Mountain just celebrated their 4th Birthday! As a way to celebrate, we decided to host a status competition. This story is from our winner Emily Windflower who won the status Animus Studies with their story. Give it a read below!

Chaos. Something Emily thought would never have at the precious Jade Mountain Academy. The school was supposed to be open for everyone, safe for anyone. But lately, it definitely did not feel that way. A shriek rang out down the hallway from the model’s office. “Case in point,” she mumbled, standing up from her chair and smoothing down her flowy over-sweater that rested around her shoulders, brushing her pale ripped jeans.

One look out of her office and down the hallway proved that the screams were well-reasoned for. It appeared that a little less than half of the passageway that led back towards the entrance hall was collapsed. Heaving a great sigh, Em fully exited her workspace and entered the madness. In the corner was a kid, around thirteen, staring wide-eyed at the falled rock clumped around the floor. On top of the rubble wandered a dragonet stomping around on- wait, dragonet?

Em strutted over to it and snapped her fingers. His attention was drawn immediately, and he appeared to be a MudWing-IceWing hybrid. “Scavenger form in the academy. Now.” she said sternly. Was this the most important issue at the moment? No. Did Emily still feel the need to deal with everything at once? Yes. The hybrid before her snorted, a tiny bit of flame erupting from his nose, but reluctantly obeyed. His bag of life went from his back ankle to back around his next, and at once was a child again. “Run along now,” she ordered.

Now to deal with the hallway. Emily anxiously rubbed the sapphire necklace around her neck- the one she wore religiously, day and night. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if she took it off. Her low heels clicked against the stone floors as she walked to the edge of the wreckage. Clearly the people who had caused this were gone, but she had a faint idea of the culprit. Lately there’d been talk about a small settlement of dragons near the bottom of Jade Mountain. They were called the Ebon Aura tribe, although quite honestly, Emily had no idea what they were and how they looked, acted, or what their powers were. Uncertainty was something Em hated.

Nonetheless, she knew the hallway had to be fixed. Out of her pocket came a small cylinder, sort of like a tiny light, something you’d see on a keychain. One might use it to find their glasses in the middle of the night. Or perhaps a student, reading under the covers long after their bedtime. But no, no. It was much more than that to Emily. Another anxious breath was released from her lungs as her icy blue eyes stared down at the metallic color of the keychain.. The words still echoed in her head from years ago, as she’d touched this light with hands that held more power than she wished for.

I, Emily Windflower, tribrid animus, hereby enchant this keychain light to repair any broken objects it is shone upon. This will fix inside and out, but ONLY on inanimate objects. It cannot be used to repair emotional hurt.

The last line had been to ensure she would never use this power to change her feelings- the model was worried that if she didn’t have that kind of safeguard, she might try to make herself feel better in a time of emotional hurt. The 24 year old still didn’t know why she’d chosen that specific object to enchant, but maybe it was because it felt more… what’s the word- tangible to her.

Em glanced around the hallway, making sure everyone had left. Okay. She clicked the light on, and let the small but powerful light trace the edges of the wreckage. The frills of broken stone, the piles of dust, all shimmery and lit with magic she never wanted. It was breathtaking, watching how this worked. One mistake- fixed with this insane power. The debris floated back to where it had been originally. Within a few moments, the wreckage was cleared and not a speck of dust was left on the floor.

The breath she didn’t know she’d been holding was released from her chest. Using her power always gave her immense anxiety. Having previously been the Animus Studies teacher, she knew enough about what happened to people who overused their magic. Albatross. Darkstalker. A shiver crawled up her spine. That won’t happen, she thought fiercely. She’d prepared herself appropriately for it to never, ever happen. Too bad I can’t just let that fact go.

A gasp echoed from the doorway and Em’s head snapped toward it, her bright pink and purple dyed hair swishing over her shoulders. It was a scavenger this time, but with a mischievous look in his eye. “Get to class,” she barked, not realizing who it was. The kid, looking around 13 or 14 years old, had wide eyes, short dark brown hair, and silver and gray shorts and t-shirt. When she locked eyes with him, he turned and promptly ran away after saying one thing that made her blood run cold. “You’re one of them.” Emily only paused for a moment before beginning her pursuit, starting at a fast walk and fading into a slow jog. Through the hallways, up the inclines Em followed. Where on earth are they going? She wondered.

Soon, after several minutes of winding through the tunnels of the Academy, they were at the entrance hall. Oh dear, she thought, concerned. What was going to happen? If this tunnel collapses and ruins my hair, I’m going to be mad, she aggressively thought. The kid turned around and looked at Em. She tilted her dyed head at the young student. Classes had started, so the halls were more or less empty, leaving room for Em to pace back and forth, the kid in front of her appearing frozen in place with a playful expression cemented on their face.

“Why are you doing this?” Emily demanded, crossing her arms. “It’s not helping anyone.”

The kid threw their arms up into the air. “We’re trying to find what YOU guys took from us so long ago!” Emily’s brow wrinkled. “You know what I’m talking about,” he spat. WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT? Em’s mind exploded. Trying to stay calm, she took three deep breaths through her nose and stopped pacing for a moment. The halls seemed too quiet now, without the clicking. Ominous. Unsettling is what it was.

Shaking her head a bit, she knelt down to the kid, who had a similar expression to one you would’ve seen on the Winglet Leader’s own face when she was a student. He stepped back. “What’s your name?” she asked, a bit more gentle.

“Huricus,” he said reluctantly. Em nodded a bit, her hair bobbing up and down with the movement. She reached for the blueish necklace strung around her neck with a silver chain to rub it between her thumb and forefinger anxiously. Touching it caused her other necklace, her bag of life, to fall off its chain and land on the floor. Both student and staff gasped. “So you did take it!” he exclaimed, diving down to grab the small black pouch. Emily swore under her breath, beating him to it and quickly putting it back around her neck. “What are you doing?” she yelled as Huricus dove forward, trying to grab it. “No!” she shrieked, holding him back with two fingers on his forehead.

“MY tribe made those first!” Huricus hollered back, still struggling against the Winglet leader. “THAT’S what we came here after!” Just then, the gong rang, signalling the change of classes.

“Three moons,” the two mumbled. Kids came pouring out of their classes, scrolls and quills and binders all in hand. Notably, two girls with dark skin and hair darted out of the art room, splatters of paint all over but with a pissed expression. And they were…identical. “What are you doing?” one of them said angrily, pulling Huricus away. The three tumbled into a heap on the stone floor, all glaring at the confused preceptor. This turned out to be a huge deal, she thought to herself. Why couldn’t I have just joined the Field Trip Planning Committee and not done any of this? The Winglet leader ruefully asked herself.

One of the two twins (?) spoke with a scowl.. “Our tribe originally came up with the overall concept of the bags of life.. See, we’re not exactly a tribe; we have distant blood from a lot of tribes, resulting in a lot of Animi- Animuses- whatever. We- our tribe, if you wish to call it that- created your bags of life, and the creators of Jade Mountain Academy stole the idea and put it into action. ” Em wrinkled her nose. How was this even possible?

“Leaving us out of it,” chimed in the other. Sighing and standing up, she made a statement that would solve everything. “We need to talk.”

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“So you mean to say that you want me,” Em gestured to herself, visibly confused. One of the twins, who she’d found out was named Oxyn, was seemingly calmer- yet still looking angry. Emily breathed a moment, and sat back in the swivel chair while feeling quite out of breath. The three troublemakers were sat in a row on a bench in front of the model while she studied them. “You want me to duplicate your bags of life to-“ Em coughed a little, trying to delay the confirmation.

Oxyn got impatient and threw her arms up. “Yes! We want you to make more of our tribes transformation pendants,” she emphasized. Apparently that’s what they called it in their tribe. “To be like your guys’, and let us ALL have one. We only have about a dozen right now, meaning that our tribe leaders distribute them as they so choose.”

Overall, this whole thing was so weird for Em to process. She stood up and turned around, purple hair swishing behind her as she leaned against the back wall. It felt as though anxiety was pumping through her chest, filling her up with worries and concerns and reasons why the model should just walk away and say no. This magic- it was like a phobia of hers, unbearable and suffocating.

Huricus spoke from across her office. “This is the only way it’s going to stop. We don’t have any more animus dragons right now, could take generations for another one. You’re right here, and we were instructed to come here and cause chaos to see what would happen and if we would draw out one to help us.” Ocea glared. “And it worked,” she said, twirling a piece of chocolate hair between her fingers.

Rubbing the soul protector necklace, Emily inhaled and pulled open a drawer of her desk, aggressively rifling through it. Within a few moments, she pulled out a medium burlap sack, scratchy but sturdy. Just what I need, she thought. Sitting back down in her chair across from the three, something flashed in her icy blue eyes. A million things, really. Distrust. Hate. Self consciousness. Worry. Regret.

But the most notable one- relief. By doing this, she was ending all the havoc these three had been ordered to wreak around the Academy.

Breathing deeply, she gripped the sack like a lifeline and closed her eyes subtly dusted with makeup. This rendered her unable to see Huricus make a face at her object choice. And then she spoke, words laced with magic like an invisible thread that could ruin everything. “I, Emily Windflower, tribrid animus, enchant this burlap sack to generate transformation pendants for the Ebon Aura Tribe when the user reaches in.”

Thinking she was done, Oxyn rushed forward for the sack. Emily, hearing her, turned sharply away and continued to speak. “And I enchant this to not work until it leaves JMA, but when it does, I enchant it to not allow anyone from the Ebon Aura Tribe back inside IF they have ill will towards the school. I seal this enchantment with binding words, and it cannot be undone by anyone except for me.”

And her blue eyes popped open after sealing the spell. All three were glaring at her. “The last one was a bit much.” Ocea commented rudely. Slightly irked, Emily threw the sack at Ocea, who caught it with an offended look on her face. “Thank you,” Huricus said quietly. Ocea scowled and held on to the bag tightly, and tossed her dark hair.

“I think you guys need to go now; bring that back to your tribe leaders, but don’t tell them it was me who enchanted it. If you do and I find out, I swear by all the moons I will enchant you to always feel like you have to sneeze, but you never will be able to.” Was that an evil threat? Yes. Did it instill a satisfying look of fear on their faces? Also yes.

Em smiled as they turned and trudged out the door. “And if you come back again and collapse any more hallways or chase preceptors out of their rooms, I WILL-” she called out, getting cut off by the slam of her office door.

She sank into her chair and squeezed her eyes shut. So I was able to use my magic to save JadeMountain Academy. Emily didn’t like her power- was terrified of it. But this healed the unhealthy relationship with this thing that was a part of her. Just a little.

#wings of fire #wof oc #wings of fire fandom #dragons #roleplay #short story #original character #wof oc art #wof

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besthimbomachine · 1 year

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16 AND 17 for the WIP asks. Share the previous 5 sentences, and write and share the next 5.

That's 10 sentences baby! >:3 (I mean, don't do it if it'll give big spoilers obvi. You gotta save the suspense). Maybe instead, give 10 of your favorite OR most misleading sentences when taken out of the context of the story. Confuse and mislead us, I give you my EXPRESS permission lol >:3

I REALLY wished I had something horny and misleading to give you all but I don't so I guess you'll have to send me this very same question AGAIN next time I reblog that ask game, so sad to you I GUESS. Cause I really wanna willingly mislead you all again.

Anyways, here are 10 sentences, ignore any weirdness they haven't been through revision yet:

Shaking his head, Kenny tried to clear his mind, looking around him for anything that could occupy his thoughts. His blue eyes landed on your bag sitting quietly in the marble counter before him. From the corner of his vision he spotted something colorful and shiny against the deep black fabric. Pulling the bag closer, he saw it was a metallic sailor moon keychain, not even bigger than his thumb. A keychain he knew all too well, he had been the one to buy it for you, right at the start of your relationship. His large fingers picked up the small piece of metal, the painting faded in some parts but it still retained colors. The fake stones carved into its body still remaining in place, even after so many years. Despite the wear and tear, the small thing still retained its shine. Some of the delicate parts had a few chips in them and Kenny could tell the chain had been replaced, but he was surprised at how well it had withstood the test of time. He had completely forgotten the thing and it felt surprising to see that you still had it after almost a decade.

#wanderbreadsworld #ask

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hegrowings · 11 months

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09. “junk” drawer.

it's not so much a drawer as it is a box. a little over a foot in length and about half that in depth, it's made of a sturdy fake wood, complete with a removable cover. the interior is lined with - at least, what remains of - a thin layer of paper pasted to the bottom and sides. it's an old box, with a chipped corner and a sizeable dent on the right side, and the whole thing is covered in scuffs and scratches; mostly from being moved from place to place, but also, on at least one or two occasions, being thrown as a weapon. if you look closely at the interior you might notice what seems to be a piece of tape, and in attempting to peel it away reveal the fake bottom.

the contents are varied, with no rhyme or reason to the assortment, though I guess that's what constitutes a junk drawer. however, the contents are orderly. at least, when it's in one place and not being jostled about... or thrown.

there is a bottle, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, made of a thick green glass and topped with an old-fashioned cork stopper. the exterior is matte and hazy, smooth save for decorative grooves running the length of it's sides. opening it would reveal an absence of any liquid or other content, though the scent of whatever had been inside remains: faint, earthy, with a sweet but fresh undertone. perfume, maybe, or some kind of natural oil. henri had given it to him, years ago, to soothe nerves, or at least that's what he had said. something calming. kaey doesn't remember when it had been emptied - maybe it had dried up ? - but had never had the mind to throw it away, or even ask henri for more of whatever it had been.

there is a rock, chunky and smooth and glossy with polish, the kind you might display as decoration. it's wrapped carefully in an old rag that belies the ornate stone, gray and worn, maybe from an old shirt. both the rock and the shirt show specks of russet on their surfaces. blood maybe, or just rust. he doesn't know why he keeps it. at the time he'd held on to it out of fear more than anything, but now it was just a reminder. and yet, he never threw it away. maybe because it tells him he survived.

there are multiple pens, some hair ties, and a tiny, decrepit squeeze bottle of lip ointment. there is a postcard from Arizona, unsigned and with no message on the back but still bearing a stamp. there is a holding knife with a worn wooden handle. there is a lighter, a needle, and surgical thread. in a small felt holder there are some tweezers, a broken half of a nail file, and a couple other implements to tend nails, though most spaces are empty.

there is a compact mirror, cracked, with a folded note in the place where powder once had been. the page is so worn and faded it's hard to read the smooth lettering, but he remembers very well what it said. at the bottom of the page, instead of a signature, there is the faint remnant of kiss mark. he doesn't know why he keeps this, either. it was first love, and first heartbreak. betrayal on a level that still stung. he still thinks about her every now and then, and wishes her well.

there is a small notebook; some pages are filled with names, and occasionally dates, in his neat, tight scrawl while others are simply decorated with pressed leaves and flowers. one page even has a barn owl feather. consequently the bottom of the box is littered with a few stray petals and bits of leaves.

otherwise, it really is just junk. stray papers and sticky notes, fragments of what once had been seashells, rubber bands, a few stray band-aids from a long since disappeared first aid kit, some (most likely dry) hand wipes, a singular match, a worn and torn bookmark, some loose change, half of a rather tiny pinecone, some stamps, and a keychain resembling the Finnish flag.

and the fake bottom ? nothing interesting, just important papers.

@nykrose || a peek at what's inside their... [accepting]

#《 ° inbox 》 we just got a letter ! i wonder who its from ?#《 ° meta 》 my past has tasted bitter for years now #nykrose #this was really fun to write ! thank you !

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informationally · 1 year

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How To Be Lucky

Gather adder stones

pin them from the wall or pile

on your window-sill where they stop

the light where they keep the blinds

from going down pile them

with their lucky pendant-holes arranged

a tunnel into your luck may be contained

(it's like a well) shout whisper

your only wish inside

before you sleep (this is when

things begin taking their course)

coursing in your lymph

that great green mystery

(how still the body is a mystery

though it is stripped

and shaved before you)

what a prodigious liquid

sloshes inside and carries

in its current

that other strange substance

dreams

which are deposited as symbols

you may seek in your brief wakings

(the adder stone people say

is the lucky object or symbol

really it is a dark looking glass

licked clean and shows you

in sleep what will bring you luck)

for me it was a piece of silver

it was bent to a circle at one end

it shone like a snowbank

but to me it was a snowring suddenly known

it is like a rabbit's foot

only it works

and you must pay for it

with a life or almost a life

I knew it was a keychain

when I saw it and the person carrying it

I knew was a ghost but what a lucky

ghost nothing bad ever bother him

again that season

a winter charm

hanging

neck

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tilleystrong4 · 2 years

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dustofthedailylife · 2 years

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Good night Dust baby<3 I just wanted to pass by and wish you a very good night! I hope you'll see ayato and zhongli in your dream [dunno what you're gonna do together 👀]

AND THOSE KEYCHAINS GAAAH IM JEALOUS 😩 [but a cryo one because of obvious reasons]

Anyways, don't look too much at your phone or laptop before you sleep, that might cause a restless sleep AND of course, don't think abt your work before you sleep, don't stress much! Ily have a good night <3

I'll personally come, find and bomb you w the bombs that klee made if you see ayato and/or zhongli in your dream and don't tell us

-⛄️

Haha, that last line! 😂 Have mercy on me! If I have a dream about any of the two it will probably just give me more brainrot to work with for my stories! 🤭

Yes I love the keychains! I had a hard time deciding where to put which one. The Hydro one is on my car keys now and the Geo one is on my mailbox/garage keys.

I hope you also have a good night, nonnie! Sleep tight and sweet dreams to you as well! I hope you dream of Kaeya :3

I actually have way too much screentime thoughout my day. My hobbies involve my computer, my studies involve me sitting in front of one all day, bleh. But I still sleep like a stone, so it's fine haha!

#🍁 dust mail #🍁 mail from: ⛄ anon

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soo8inz · 2 years

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three — "what are you doing here?"

it seemed as if the day was dragging torturously slowly. despite being tasked with so many things once again, the hours would simply drag on so painfully slow. it was as if time was mocking him, every second feeling like minutes, and every minute feeling like an entire hour. it was just one of those days where time bles together and turned into a muddled mess that couldn't be deciphered anymore, and beomgyu was already sick of it.

despite being in advanced courses (and one of the best cough cough) he couldn't just up and leave. well not most of the time anyways, but since midterms were quickly approaching they had to work for longer periods of time to not fail.

at times like these beomgyu wishes there was just one correct answer for their assignments, but for anyone majoring in visual arts there was nothing that had been set in stone as the correct answer. sure there were rules that they had to follow and "formulas" they had memorized, but overall their grades really depended on if the professors had liked it enough to give it a passing grade, both visually and the explanation had made enough sense to comprehend. if you were lucky, the professor would simply remember how much time and effort you put into a piece when grading you, however it was a rare case especially within the advanced courses.

god, remembering grading criterias further jumbled beomgyu's thoughts and he could feel his nerves begin to stir in the pit of his stomach. no matter how many times he's done this he still gets nervous for critique.

somewhere in the midst of his grading crisis he remembered kai's ghost and vampire claims and how yeonjun was used as a reference for the supposed ghost turned vampire student. and how he still hasn't come across those occult paintings.

"maybe they were taken down?", the walls and exhibit halls were in a constant cycle of changing art and themes so it wasn't a wild guess, unless it was something specific that had to stay displayed until who knows when.

he glanced at the time on his phone and then at the door.

"a little walk around the building wouldn't hurt now would it."

he strolled around the hallways for a bit, the day was over to a majority of students and professors so there weren't many people in the hallways and almost all the studios were locked and the lights were turned off.

he ended up walking up to one of the painting studios, really it was the only one that was left open and with the lights on. despite that, no one was in there when he peeked through the little window on the door. he would've thought it was being cleaned, or maybe that someone forgot to turn off the lights and close the door after they had left. he would've, if it wasn't for the easel that was obviously being currently occupied by a canvas; a palette covered in older stains accompanying it, alongside a metal brush washer and bottles of linseed oil and paint thinner as well. you don't exactly leave behind expensive materials overnight.

the door was slightly open and even from that small space beomgyu could already smell the difference between the hallways and the painting studio.

despite everything being odorless, it still had a particular smell that the students had grown accustomed to, and if they didn't then they would eventually. at the very least it wasn't as strong as the actual scented counterparts but it was still distinct.

beomgyu had decided to walk in and take a peak, it wouldn't hurt would it? of course not, he's just looking around and in this profession it was basically an obligation to look at art whether in progress or as a final product.

near the easel and small table with all the aforementioned materials there was a chair, on it was an apron that was covered in paint stains that varied in size and color. hanging off the back was a messenger bag with pins and keychains hanging off it.

finally he looked at the canvas sitting on the easel.

it was yeonjun, albeit there were some parts of him (it?) that were still in the process of being developed towards the final product, but no doubt it was him.

his figure was positioned on an old sofa, half reclining half lying down on it. he was dressed in lose formal looking clothing and his hair was a bit disheveled. he was looking at something out of frame, if he was looking at anything at all, and held a sort of yearning in his eyes. he looked messy, and yet held a romantic expression and looked elegant slouched on that sofa. while there were mainly cool tones used throughout the piece, the little warm tones that were found in the gold framing of the sofa, on the coffee table, as well as on his skin were enough to balance out the vibe of the piece. a strong yearning for something that cannot be seen by the viewer, whatever that may be can be up to interpretation.

"eugh... it felt weird analyzing a painting of him.", beomgyu almost shuddered at what he thought of the painting. the yeonjun on the canvas and the yeonjun he's friends with are two completely different people so to see him in this light almost gave him whiplash. still it was a captivating painting and even moreso since it was still a work in progress.

he was brought out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps approaching him. the other figure paused, and in the few seconds they did the two of them made eye contact.

"what are you doing here?"

[ref for the painting of yeonjun]

taglist: @yyx2 @yeonyeonyeonjun

#a cup of moon #choi beomgyu #beomgyu drabbles #beomgyu fic #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu ff #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu scenarios #txt drabbles #txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt ff #tomorrow x together au #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together beomgyu #txt beomgyu #no beta we die like men

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rosierin · 3 years

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Studying with you

pairing: tsukishima x fem!reader

synopsis: after finding out about your gradually decreasing grades, your teacher urges you to change your studying methods and decides to find you a tutor among the class. shame that tutor is literally the biggest jerk known to man. you swear he knows nothing but insults and that his heart is made of stone. or is it?

genre: fluff

type: oneshot

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i hate love this guy, srsly

"Oi, (y/n). Wake up, we're not finished."

Your head jerks up and you let out a loud, drawn out groan as your eyes refocus on the man in front of you. He's sneering, same as usual, and you wish you could suddenly go back to dream land where you were happily baking cookies with Hinata and Kageyama.

Beneath your arms are two gaping algebra textbooks. One is riddled with scribbly notes and an unnecessary amount of pointless doodles, except the one of Tsukishima— scowling with a head drawn way too big compared to the rest of his skinny body. The other is filled with neat, detailed formulas, pastel highlights and all the correct answers which you've been struggling to find for the past two hours.

"I'm up, I'm up, geez.." You yawn with your head still on the table and look up at Tsukishima with drowsy eyes. "You could've woken me up a little nicer, ya know."

"Yeah.. no. How about you hurry up and finish so I can go home?" He looks more than done at this point and huffs, pointing at a formula jotted messily on your paper. "And you got that one wrong again, by the way."

You squint at your work, then realize he was right. "Oh. My bad."

Wanting to get things over with, you get back to work but your eyelids are so heavy it's ridiculous. Not to mention your brainpower has reached its limit.

You can feel your grip on your pen loosen as you try and correct your work but before you know it, your head drops again, only to be jolted awake by a sudden smack to the back of the head with what feels like a textbook.

"What the— Do you mind?!" You snap.

Tsukishima doesn't react to your outburst in the slightest, just nods to your unfinished work with a look of lazy authority. "Algebra." He stares at you with a deadpan expression when you pout. "Now."

"Fiiine." You sigh, annoyed that your puppy dog eyes didn't work on Tsukishima. Not that you thought they would. Tsukishima didn't seem like the type to particularly like animals, except maybe for dinosaurs. He had a small keychain of one buried deep within his pencil case, you found. "You know, you'd make a terrible teacher."

This time, it's Tsukishima's turn to yawn, stretching his long limbs and you have to force yourself not to focus on the pull of his lean muscles despite yourself. Then, he turns to look at you with a look of false innocence. "Sorry, go on?"

"I hate you."

"Great. Now ask me if I care."

You suck in through your teeth as you hold back from socking the blonde straight in the face. He's been sassing you non-stop since the beginning of your study session and you'd think you'd be used to his perpetual cocky remarks by now but alas, he was still a huge pain in your ass.

"Where're you going?" You ask as Tsukishima gets up from his chair that's in front of your desk, dusting the eraser shavings off your textbooks.

"Aw. Think you'll miss me?"

You bite your lip down and he notices, smirking contently before deciding to answer: "going to get some water. That question better be finished by the time I get back."

He's gone before you can retort, long legs granting him a quick escape. However halfway down the hallway you hear him add: "or I'll make you do three more."

Great.

"Yessir," you sigh, though you have absolutely no intention of following through.

You glance down at your textbooks for good measure— textbooks which are practically staring at you, and you can picture them with beady little eyes as though they're chanting— soooolve ussss.

You shudder. Man, you really were tired.

"Yeah, no. Sorry, Tsukki."

Pushing your homework aside, unfazed by your salty tutor's threats, you decide it's time for an actual break. You deserved it, right? Yeah, yeah you did. So without second thought, you let your attention drift to the scenery outside instead.

You'd been so focused on your homework (and Tsukishima's sass) that you hadn't even noticed the beautiful sunset that was now setting over the hills of Karasuno High. You always loved the way it looked at this hour, basking the buildings and tall, lush trees in its warm light. It was all too soothing, so soothing that you hadn't even realized you were once more falling asleep, eyeslids fighting to stay open until they finally gave in and what little willpower you had left, left your body.

"Right, time's up. You better be finish—"

The moment Tsukishima walks back into the classroom, eyes settling on your current state— sprawled out on your desk, mouth slightly agape and completely out cold, he's overcome with the urge to sigh.

He walks over to your desk and sits down opposite you, then as he leans his cheek into his palm, he lazily pokes your cheek— once, twice, but gets no reaction in response.

"You've got to be kidding me.." He sighs. But he decides to not bother and wake you up this time. What'd be the point? You clearly weren't in any shape to study and honestly, he didn't have the patience in him anymore to try in case it'd drive him crazy.

For a second he debates just leaving you there, passed out of your classroom desk, but quickly decides against it in case he gets an earful from your parents about leaving you alone or something. The last thing he wants is any extra trouble.

Therefore he agrees, albeit begrudgingly, to let you sleep. Just until you were rested up enough to work again.

⭐

Thirty minutes go by, you're still fast asleep.

During that time, Tsukishima took it upon himself to slip his headphones on and listen to some beats, hazel eyes flitting beyond the window to watch the last of the sunset, hoping it'd make the time go by quicker.

Usually, this would be right up his alley; peace and quiet, chill lofi and a sunset, however when sat on a painfully uncomfortable, wooden chair rather than his comfy and plump single bed, the experience was significantly less appealing. Therefore, after trying to find a comfortable sitting position and failing for the fourth time he decides to take his headphones off and focus back on his studies— he might as well, only when he reaches for his pen, he realizes it isn't there.

Amber eyes scan the table. Usually it'd be in his pencil case; he doesn't remember taking it ou—

Ah, never mind. It all makes sense when he sees it. Not in his pencil case after all, but balanced precariously between your fingers.

He rolls his eyes.

Why didn't she just use her own pen?

Reaching for it, he attempts to pull it out of your grasp only to freeze when you begin to stir.

He doesn't know why at this point— he could just wake you up, that's what he'd initially planned. But now, for some reason, there's something that prevents him from doing so. Maybe it had something to do with the way you were sleeping so peacefully.

He tries to pull at his pen again— gently— but this time, it isn't you stirring that makes him seize up, but the way your index and middle finger hook around his own.

His brain stutters.

Well, this is new.

Tsukishima's back straightens an awkward amount, completely unsure of what to do. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. He becomes painfully aware of that. He's also painfully aware that you could possibly wake up while holding him like this.

Thankfully, you don't. And although the tenseness of his body is beginning to hurt, he still takes the time to admire your sleeping form.

You're laying crossed armed, head nestled between them, facing him. He watches your body rise and fall ever so gently, can almost hear your quiet breaths. It's picturesque, almost; the way your hair glows beneath the bright full moon. Unknowingly, his thumb twitches nearer, gravitating towards the warmth of your hand and he can almost feel—

"Enjoying yourself there?"

Suddenly he's frozen. Though it only lasts a second, for the next he's already retracted his hand, folding it under his arm like it was never there to begin with.

"Wh— How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough," you say, smiling curiously at him and for once the tables have been turned; the teased having become the teaser. "So you can be nice sometimes."

Tsukishima's expression is anything but impressed as you mock him, his face caught between confused and annoyed, and dare you say even a little bit embarrassed? He's quick to shake it off though, sparing himself of any sly comment as he regains his usual cool demeanor.

"Please. You're the one who grabbed me first," he scoffs.

"But you didn't try to move," you shoot back.

There's a strange atmosphere that settles in the room as your mishief-glinting eyes bore into his, and Tsukishima doesn't dare talk back for once, having been robbed of all witty comebacks. He hates being at a loss for words, but he hates even more so, the beginnings of a grin forming on your features, one that he knows is a result of his shortcomings.

"Whatever, (y/n) just pack up your stuff. We're done for the night," he says as he himself starts tidying his belongings.

You chuckle then nod your head. "Sure thing, sensei."

"...don't call me that."

"Sensei."

"Urgh, shut up."

⭐

Later that night, when you're lying in bed, ready to fall asleep, your eyes snap open as your phone buzzes underneath your pillow. You pull it out and press the home button, wondering who could possibly be texting you at this hour. When you do, you're surprised when it's Tsukishima's ID that pops up.

He had sent one message:

"Oh and by the way, you drool when you sleep."

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spvce-cowboy · 3 years

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drivers license

francisco morales x f!reader - oneshot

rating: mature

3.1k words

warnings: drug/alcohol use, reader is a dealer, age gap, so much YEARNING!!!

summary: a surprise visit from an old friend

a/n: 100 follower celebration!! partially inspired by this post but also the fact that i have been sing-screaming “drivers license” for oh about four days straight now. thank you guys so so much for all the support so far ! 💕

A fist slamming against your front door wakes you from a dreamless sleep.

You push yourself off your mattress, blearily checking the time on your phone and cursing under your breath when you see that it’s almost 3am. You sit up all the way, blinking as you wait to see if what woke you up was something you’d imagined or if it were real.

It’s real. It starts again after a second, three sharp raps against the door, followed by some kind of muffled talking. Your heart rate picks up in your chest, you grab the baseball bat you have leaned against the wall as you reach your apartment door. Squeezing one eye shut, you look through the peephole.

The good thing is that it definitely isn’t the cops. You take a relieved breath, leaning away from the door.

The bad thing is that whoever is knocking is hunched on his knees, just outside of the peephole’s line of sight, so you have absolutely no idea who the fuck it is.

“Please open the door,” the man’s voice begs from the other side of the door. You’re about to yell at him to fuck off, but he interrupts you before you can even open your mouth. “Little flower, it’s me, please.”

The nickname makes your heart go to your throat. The bat in your hands falls to the floor.

You rub a hand over your eyes, huffing an exhale in a vague attempt to prevent your heart from ricocheting against your ribs. It doesn’t work. Because as soon as he says it, as soon as you realize who it is, it brings everything back with him.

A set of sturdy, tanned fingers cupped against the knuckles of your grandfather’s hand, the voice went low in a warm but respectful greeting. You didn’t realize how gnarled your old man’s hands had gotten until you had someone else’s to compare them to. You looked back down at the crumpled up dollar bills you’d just been handed, one of them still rolled. Turning to find your bag on the coatrack, you stuff the money in your back pocket.

“My little flower, this is a good one,” your grandfather told you with a small hum that signifies whatever he just said must be set in stone. You hear the sound of him heavily patting the hand cupped over his own in that way he does when he appreciates the presence of something. “He has a decent head on his shoulders, no?”

“Little flower?” You can hear the boyish smile in that all too familiar voice before you even turn back around. “That suits you well, I think. Florita. I like that.”

“Christ, Frankie, what are you doing here?” You rest your head against the doorframe, heart sinking in your chest. You don’t open the door, to protect him or yourself you don’t know.

“I need—”

“You’ve got a kid now, Frankie. I told you I’m not going to sell to you anymore.”

“Ever the moralist,” the bite to his words is so uncharacteristic you can’t help but flinch. He seems to realize this, too. His apology is nearly immediate. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. You’re right. I… It’s not…”

You swallow, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around yourself for some bare semblance of comfort. “Please go,” your voice is so quiet you’re not sure he can hear you through the layer of wood separating the two of you. “You’ll wake the neighbors.”

It’s quiet for a long time. Long enough that you nearly think he’s left. Long enough that you don’t know why you’re still standing at the door and not back in bed.

And Frankie says your name, voice cracking. Your actual name. It’s been so long since you’ve heard it come off his lips you can’t help sink into the door.

A held breath leaves you in a shuddering sigh. Your shaking hands open the door.

The man who spills onto the ground before you is a stranger, yet, heartbreakingly, just as he had been when you first met him. Messy hair, worn blue jeans, gray button-down stretching over the perfect expanse of his back. All that is missing this time around is that lazy smile, that easy, Hey, darling.

In a bar. Right when your grandfather started getting sick.

“Eighty,” you said without him having to continue his sentence beyond his syrupy greeting, eyes trained on the shelves of liquor in front of you instead of having to meet his gaze.

He copped an eighth, tucking the little baggie in a pocket on the inside of his jacket. You went back to your drink, angling your body away from him again and expecting him to return to his table of friends. But then the knuckles of his hand nudged the side of you elbow. He gestured to your beer, the neck of the bottle clasped between your thumb and the hook of your middle and index fingers.

“Lemme buy you your next one, yeah?” He had a hunched lean to his posture, in that way that men do when they want you to feel like you’re the only person in the room. You were mad that it worked. He extended a hand. “Frankie Morales.”

The truth of it was that the two of you became friends, after that. Nothing more. Regardless, it was too close for you to get to someone you dealt to, but you were so lonely at that point in your life—taking care of the old man by day, GED classes at night--that meeting Frankie was a small blessing. Nothing ever happened between you two but God you wish it did.

To describe what you felt towards him as a crush didn’t really cut it, but you were fine with friends. Being completely fair, he was definitely one to send mixed signals—Christ, your weekly tradition of driving to an overlook to split an order of fries and milkshakes on the hood of his truck just about screamed every romcom you were raised on. But despite the occasional prolonged touch, the hand he would place on the small of your back to move you out of the way or guide you forward, nothing happened.

You dealt with it. Tried to be supportive as possible when he met his girl. Frankie broke the news that she was pregnant. The two of you saw each other less and less frequently. Sometimes he would call to catch up. Eventually, you stopped answering when he did. Your grandfather died. You got into a local art school.

It was sad how quietly it all faded. You didn’t know it could, but it did.

And now here he is, literally crumpled at your feet.

Frankie messily pulls himself up off the ground and onto his knees. He reeks of booze and old cigarettes. You freeze as his hands wrap over your hips, as he presses his face into your stomach and murmurs an incoherent apology—for what, you’re not exactly sure.

And when you finally processing what’s happening, what you had begged the universe for years, you can’t help yourself. Your card your fingers through his hair, gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Frankie,” it’s a warning. It’s a reminder. “You’re drunk. You need to go home. Your girlfriend--”

“She left a week ago,” he speaks into the fabric covering your belly. The words burst forwards as if not even he was expecting to say them. It’s a confession. His hands flex from where they hold onto you. “She’s gone.” Your heart drops to your gut, your chest aching. “I need… Just for the night I… Little flower, the house is so empty.”

You keep petting back his hair until his breathing quiets. He keeps holding onto you, even then. The two of you stay like that for a long time.

“Why don’t,” your voice comes out too shaky. Too unsure of itself. You clear your throat and try again. “Why don’t you take a shower, I’ll get you some water and we can sober you up a bit. Okay?”

He tilts his face up at you. It’s the first time you’ve seen him in well over a year.

And he hasn’t changed. It’s all there—the soft mess of shaggy hair, dark but kind eyes, the beloved hook of his nose.

One sun-sick evening, you rode your bike to the beach just to get out of the apartment. You need somewhere to sit and think for a while, just until your head feels more clear. There’s enough of a chill in the air that you have to throw on a jacket, it’s nice. It’s like you can feel the wind moving through you. Past you.

When you arrived at the beach, you got off your bike, leaning it against your hip as you scoped out a spot to sit in the sand. You were about to wheel it over to the rack when--

Someone pinched your elbow in greeting. Their steps were so quiet you didn’t even register their approach. It, obviously, startled you, and your hand immediately flew to the keychain in your back pocket. The knife you had attached to it.

When you turned, and it was Frankie’s familiar face, his hands raised in joking surrender.

In that light, with the sun still flirting with the horizon, it rendered his face into shapes and shadows you had only previously seen in the old oil paintings of long-dead greats. You thought it was in the deep bourbon of his eyes, soft when illuminated by a tangerine sky. It was him. All of him. Slightly breathless, hair ruffled by the wind.

“Hey, hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he sounded genuinely apologetic. You released a relieved huff of air.

“Fucking Christ, Frankie. A little warning would be nice next time.”

“Did you bike the whole way here? From the apartment?” He asked, there was a tinge of concern to his voice.

You shrugged, trying to hide your embarrassment by lowering your kickstand with the heel of you boot. “It’s not that far.”

“Don’t you have a car?”

“Can’t drive,” you wrinkle your nose. “Never needed to.”

He looked you for a moment, if you didn’t know any better you’d say critically.

“I was just about to get something to eat, if you wanna join me,” he tucked his hands in his pockets as he spoke. “There’s this overlook nearby that has a way better view of all of this.” He motions to the ocean with the tilt of his head. “I can drive us there.”

You regarded him as he spoke, cautiously looking him up and down. And you nodded, smiling slightly. He smiled back, it was big and crooked. It made something in the pit of your belly feel warm.

You step away, holding out your hand to help him to his feet. He complies, stumbling slightly and rubbing his hand over his face as he does so. He disappears down the hall without having to ask where the bathroom is.

Sighing, you go back into your room, pulling out a shirt and a pair of oversized sweatpants for him to change into. You knock on the bathroom door on your way to the kitchen. The apartment’s walls are so thin you can hear the hiss of the shower from all the way down the hall.

“Come in,” Frankie’s voice barely rises above the sound.

You crack the door open, keeping your eyes trained to the floor as you place the folded clothes on the sink’s counter.

“Here’s something for you to change into,” you tell him. He thanks you, the shower turning off right as you close the door behind you. You walk back down the hall and into the living room, making two glasses of water before settling on your couch.

Once, after a night out, the two of you were too drunk and too broke to afford separate taxis home. He proposed going back to his house, split the cost, grab a cab for you once it wasn’t so late and the rates went down.

You agreed, as you did anytime he extended the offer to spend time there. There was something about the quiet, tucked-in nature of the suburbs that was so novel to you. So calming.

The two of you settled on the couch. Feeling bold, you lay your head in his lap and kicked your socked feet up on the opposite armrest as you describe to him the gallery opening you’d snuck into. How you successfully schmoozed to the owner as well as one of the artists.

He asked you if you had heard back from any of the scholarships you’d applied to. You hadn’t, but you’d only just submitted the applications, so it would be at least a few months wait.

You tell him your dreams of becoming an artist. A real one. He already knew that, but you really tell him this time, all the details you usually keep to yourself, too special to you to have the courage to voice aloud. The fantasy of moving out into the mountains, getting a cabin just big enough for a hotplate and a bed and a studio. You’ve lived and breathed LA for your entire life and you were tired of the city. Tired of every street corner baked with the memories of high school and the listless years that followed, of the small humiliations you had to succumb to in order to survive.

Frankie listened and nodded enthusiastically at all the right parts. It was only then that you realized his hands smoothed over the top of your scalp as you talked. You let it continue, it felt too nice not to.

He told you that you should, and if you needed help finding the money he could always--

You cut him off before he could finish the thought, shaking your head. Responsibilities came first, you had people who needed you. A degree to finish. Savings to maintain. You asked him about the new girl he’d been seeing and he eagerly launches into a story about a different, wild night out. You smile and laugh throughout the whole thing, trying to ignore the pang it gives you when he describes the dress she was wearing. He fingers continued to brush over the crown of your head as he talked.

You fell asleep there, on his lap. You woke up before the sun rose, hot and sweaty and still a little drunk from the vodka Redbulls that never agreed well with your heart.

It took you a second to realize you were in Frankie’s bed, alone. When you padded back into the living room, he was passed out on the couch, a throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders, using his arm as a pillow.

You left after helping yourself to a shower, texting him a sarcastic good luck with that hangover. You’re about to call a taxi home but something stopped you. You thought it might be the way the sun was barely breaking over the cusp of the smoggy horizon, the sky reduced to pale shades of violet with the coming dawn.

The quiet neighborhood Frankie lived in is all the more beautiful, like this. Subdued, empty, houses in winding but even rows that scale up the mountainside like sets of bad teeth. You decided to walk, just until the sun got a little brighter. Until the people started to shake themselves awake for a new day.

You got a text from him as you were making breakfast, back at your apartment by then. Thanks. Hope you slept well, little flower. Something about the small missive kept you smiling the whole day after.

You mess with your phone until Frankie returns.

“I’m sorry, for showing up like this,” Frankie says as he hovers over the living room’s threshold. The clothes you leant him fit well enough, only slightly oversized on his frame as opposed to how they generously drape off of you. He holds his towel in his hands, looking down at it instead of you. “I honestly don’t have an excuse and you… you shouldn’t accept any. But I thought I should still tell you.”

You look at him for an extended beat, knowing he’s being honest. You’re at a genuine loss as to how to handle the situation.

“We can deal with it later,” you settle with that. It sounds good enough to you, and when he finally meets your eyes again he looks a little relieved. You nod you head towards the glass of water you placed on the coffee table, he takes your lead and settles on the opposite side of the couch, leaning over to take his own glass.

“So um… how are you?” He asks you earnestly, angling his body towards you.

“Okay,” you take a sip of water, trying to keep it casual. “Cleaning up my act a bit, you know? Going to school, picking up jobs here and there. Trying to figure out what I want to do. Oh! I uh… I learned how to drive--impressive I know.”

“The city flower herself, operating a vehicle?” His face breaks into a familiar, goofy smile you can’t help but reciprocate. “I’ll add every pedestrian in LA to my prayers.”

“You should,” you shake your head as you laugh, leaning into your corner of the couch and pulling your knees up to your chest. You finally relax, giving yourself the small allowance of settling into the comfort that inevitably comes with his presence.

And it really is just as easy as it always has been between the two of you. The conversation naturally ebbs and flows, neither of you bother to broach the heavier stuff. For now, just this it’s enough.

It’s enough to see the spark in his eyes when he tells you about his daughter, how bright she is, how much trouble she gets into—just like her dad. It’s enough to hear about his friends, all those names and backstories that you still vividly remember. It’s enough to bask in the feeling of how he leans into you with laughter, a hand lingering on your knee for seconds longer than it probably should have, as he always tends to do.

It’s enough to see him grin when you tell him about the scholarships you got, how weird it felt being the oldest person in all your classes, even if it was only by a handful of years. He doesn’t ask how your grandfather is, the living room being cleared of all the heart monitors and breathing machines is enough to answer that question. You’re grateful he doesn’t. You’re not sure you’d be able to keep a brave face if he did.

You don’t want time to pass. You want to stay here, with him, like this, in that perpetual state of catching up, in that breathless deluge that has the not-so-subtle undercurrent of this is what has happened since you left. I wish you would have been there. But I am so happy you are here now.

When you can no longer stifle your yawns, you stand to refill your glass of water, speaking on your walk over to the sink.

“I’d love to keep talking but I honestly don’t think I can keep my eyes open much longer,” you tell him as you turn the tap off. “I can make up the couch for you, if you’d like.”

When he doesn’t immediately respond, you turn to look back at him. He’s staring at you from where he is seated, eyes dark with something that isn’t just from the low light of the living room.

“What?” You ask after a few more seconds of him not responding. He looks away from you, shaking his head.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

Your eyes search his for a moment, positive that that was not at all what he was turning over in his head during those few seconds of silence. You’re too tired to press, so you gather a spare set of sheets for him. He stands when you come back into the living room, holding out his arms to take them from you. You wave him away, setting up the pull-out bed yourself. You’d grown up sleeping on this thing, tucking the fitted sheet into the corners was always tricky, and he didn’t know where the bolts of the couch’s frame would cut the shit out of his hands if he wasn’t careful.

Throwing a pillow down, you turn back to Frankie. He’s standing closer to you, now. You have to tilt your head up slightly to meet his eyes.

“All set,” you tell him. He nods, eyes searching your face for a moment. Your brow furrows. “Frankie, you’re being weird. Stop it.”

His chuckle breaks the tension.

“Sorry—I’ve been saying that a lot tonight, haven’t I?” He takes a deep breath. You’re smiling again, about to agree with him, and without warning his hand is comes up to cup the side of your face. You still, lips parted in an unasked question. “Thank you, little flower,” his voice goes rough again, as it had when you were speaking to each other through the door. “I really mean it.”

Frankie’s hand drops when you nod, lips pressed together. He sits back down on the pull-out. You wish him goodnight quietly and return to your room.

Leaving your bedroom door cracked open, you climb back into bed. With everything in you, you hope he’s still there when you wake. He will be.

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Gavin’s Official Art Book (Eng Translation)

Credits to @minjee98 for sending me photos of Gavin’s official art book and requesting this translation!

This post contains details on Gavin’s outfits, items, backgrounds, and interviews with his CN voice actor, the Copywriting Team, Art Team, and Production team.

More: Kiro l Lucien l Black Swan l STF l NPCs l Loveland City

💙 GAVIN’S OUTFITS 💙

[ Leather Jacket ]

Like a gust of wind blowing from a time of youth, coursing through very long years, Gavin appeared before you. An unruly and intractable smile, a relaxed tone, and the corner of his shirt riding up with the wind at the front seat of the motorcycle...

Back then, you wouldn’t have thought that he would be holding onto your hand like this, accompanying you through countless sceneries.

[Note] Something cute is that the word “sceneries” in Chinese is 风景 (“feng jing”), which directly translates to “wind view”

[ Uniform - Jacket Version ]

If it weren’t for Gavin bringing you to the Special Task Force and telling you about the Black Swan organisation, you would have continued living in ignorance.

Shouldn’t you be glad that he was willing to tell you everything? It’s only because of this that you knew you had been protected all along, and could finally stand by his side.

[ Gavin’s Shirt ]

If a rainbow is a delight after a rainfall, and two rainbows are a delight of a coincidental destiny, the three rainbows that you and Gavin saw must definitely be a unique miracle.

As long as you’re with him, the two of you can definitely create even more miracles belonging only to the both of you.

[ Shirt and Pants ]

The summer wind, his mildly bashful smile, the white shirt with its slightly rolled up sleeves, and the side profile with the blue coloured roof reflected in his pupils.

There’s no need to specially reminisce that summer day spent coursing through the river of love with Gavin. It’s definitely shimmering brightly in your memories all along, isn’t it?

[ Swimming Attire]

Riding the waves on a surfboard, playing the bass underneath the lights, using a light cough to cover his shyness... These are the most beautiful memories of that year’s summer.

Back then, when you had looked into Gavin’s eyes, did you suddenly feel that your entire life would pass like this?

[ Camo Jacket ]

On the day of releasing Pearly, the sunlight was warm and bright. A slight wind was blowing up strands of stray hair. Gavin held onto you, the two of you embracing the sunlight and wind.

Do you still remember? Him promising you the rest of his life back then, the bright amber of his eyes, and the answer you had given.

You said that you’d never let go of his hand.

[ Silver Grey Suit ]

You never would have thought the so-called “Meeting the Parents” would be such a nerve-racking thing.

It’s a good thing Gavin donned a well-fitting suit and appeared in time, protecting you from all sorts of tricky questions posed by your relatives. Or else you’d have been disorientated from the questions early on.

[ Swordsman Outfit ]

Which incident left the deepest impression on you during that year’s Qixi Festival? Was it Gavin’s swordsman appearance, his tender gaze under the moonlight, or was it... the sense of suffocation when you found out that his wire was broken?

If prayers truly worked, you would have been willing to make a prayer to the gods and spirits: Please don’t let him be put in danger again.

[ Wedding Attire ]

Although the wedding was just a filming activity, have you ever secretly anticipated it?

That path of fresh flowers the two of you walked along together, those bright and resplendent moments, and that person who had held onto you as you walked forward...

Being with him like this has commenced the true start of your lives.

[ Black Jacket ]

The first time you spent Valentine’s Day with Gavin, the first time you received an exorbitant gift from him, the first time the two of you drank from the same beverage...

On that day, you experienced so many memorable firsts. And to him, these memories are definitely just as precious.

[ Army Attire ]

The pitch-black uniform and gloves, medals flashing with a cold light, and ice-cold handcuffs... You’ve probably never seen such a Gavin.

But even if he doesn’t recognise you at all, he will continue stopping you from getting involved in danger, and will keep your lost bracelet properly.

No matter what, he has always been a tender person.

[ School Attire ]

He’s already hurt but still has a look of happiness and wants to play basketball - are all boys like that?

Can’t you easily imagine how a young Gavin was definitely the type to lead a bunch of small boys at the front with the broadest smile on his face as they ran towards the basketball court!

💙 GAVIN’S ITEMS 💙

Communication device - I carry it on me. It’s indispensable.

Gloves - An accompaniment when on missions. When I’m with you, I'll take them off.

Photograph together - Every moment related to us and worthy of remembering have been properly stored.

Photoshoot pictures - Because it has to do with you, I [ I CAN’T READ HIS HANDWRITING ]

Universe cake - Only you can fulfil my wish.

Astral stone - That was the last time [ I CAN’T READ HIS HANDWRITING ]

Cute hair tie - I’ll only be like this in front of you.

Touchscreen phone - Don’t bother about the rumours from school. Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell them all to you.

Shampoo - Next time, I’ll help wash your hair again.

Police badge - Memories of you in high school surface in his mind... it was truly a counter of a rebellious youth.

Bullets

Soft pillow

Ginkgo leaves

Letter

Phone keychain

Gavin’s house key

Lavender eye mask

Ginger tea

💙 BACKGROUNDS 💙

[ Gavin’s Room ]

Ever since the two of you reunited, life has gradually entered this minimalist-styled room. Without realising it, photographs of the two of you have appeared on the neat and tidy work desk. And the gloves you gave to him have been placed in the most eye-catching spot in the closet.

[ Gavin’s Kitchen ]

The kitchen, which didn’t have a full collection of ingredients, was gradually imbued with the smell of soot. The two of you have made several failed dishes together, but each time, he’ll smile and finish everything. The next time, will the both of you be able to overcome the curse of “dark cuisine” together?

[ Special Task Force Office ]

Here, you found out about the secrets of the Special Task Force, and also found out that the righteousness he has been steadfast in is hard-won. After that, he may never step into this place again. But you definitely trust in the conviction of his words.

[ Castle Steps ]

When he held onto you, walking up that serene spiral staircase, your heart was beating even faster than usual, wasn’t it? Did it stem purely from an anticipation of an unknown scenery, or was it from the unending stream of warmth from his palm?

💙 INTERVIEWS 💙

[ Interview with Ah Jie, the voice actor for Gavin ]

“I hope that while he remains steadfast to his convictions, he can live each day happily and optimistically.”

Q1: Teacher Ah Jie, having interacted with Gavin for such a long time, do you have any new insights regarding him?

Ah Jie: Mm, I do, a little. The most obvious thing would be how he has recently returned to his original self. Actually, things related to his mother, and the attitude his father adopts when interacting with him, have to a large extent changed his personality and the way he handles things. I still hope that while he remains steadfast to his convictions, he can live each day happily and optimistically. Love can make one more cheerful and carefree, and it’s pretty good.

Q2: Are there any characteristics of Gavin you appreciate a lot?

Ah Jie: I find one thing good about Gavin - the way he strongly perseveres in what he has decided upon. No matter whether it’s in terms of righteousness, his convictions, or feelings - once he decides on it, he’ll move forward without hesitation.

Q3: What do you think of Gavin’s Evol?

Ah Jie: I initially wanted to possess it, but... it’s not very useful considering Beijing’s weather. If his Evol was sufficiently powerful, could it blow away the smog? I’ll find a chance to ask him some other day.

Q4: Is there anything you’ve always wanted to tell Gavin, but haven’t?

Ah Jie: Even though he isn’t the type who knows how to hold a conversation with girls, he has changed for the better recently, and it’s a very large improvement. However, there’s no need to specially change. I think girls like how he is right now.

Q5: Has Teacher Ah Jie recently chanced upon a restaurant which you want to bring Gavin to?

Ah Jie: I recently discovered a very delicious and very spicy place. Next time, I’ll arrange to have supper with him there, haha.

[ Interview with the Copywriting Team ]

“He should be free and unfettered.”

Q1: The storyline of the game has several science fiction elements. What made you consider including science fiction elements in a game targeted at females?

Actually, we felt that romance is often underestimated. Love isn’t simply effete language without substance, or honeyed words. Love can give us courage, and bring us to a whole new world, opening new journeys, finding your unlimited self. A romance story is naturally appropriate to be melded with any other motifs. In love, we can explore various issues: personal growth, contradictions in society, the truth of civilisation, the rise and fall of history... The story we wish to convey to the players is one of “the cruel competition between love and power”. This isn’t just a complex story with science fiction elements. Actually, it’s also very related to the lives of every person.

Q2: As an Evol agent, does Gavin work 365 without rest?

No, but he has to be prepared to accept sudden missions.

Q3: Why couldn’t Gavin keep Greenie alive?

He watered it too much.

Q4: If he uses his Evol, what’s the highest point Gavin can reach through flight?

As long as he wants to, he can fly as high as he wants.

Q5: Does Gavin really like eating noodles?

It’s not to the extent of "really liking” it. it’s just that he finds it convenient.

Q6: When deciding on Gavin’s Evol, were there any special considerations?

We felt that he should be free and unfettered, just like... a gust of free and easy wind.

Q7: In the process of interacting, does Gavin have any difficult-to-spot “moe points”?

His slightly clumsy way of expressing his care and consideration. For instance, asking “Were you happy to ride it once more” after taking the Ferris wheel.

Q8: In the 2018 Qixi Festival event, Gavin’s ancient garb left a deep impression on people. Why did you design Gavin this way?

A swordsman who comes and goes without a trace. A swordsman who can rush to the skies even after falling off a cliff.

Q9: Is Gavin a dog or a cat person?

Dog.

Q10: What do you think is Gavin’s most classic line? How did you think of it?

“As long as you’re in the wind, I can sense you.”

It just came out very naturally in the plot - that Gavin would say something like that.

Q11: In relation to Gavin, are there any scenes that you’ve always wanted to write but haven’t fulfilled yet?

More scenes imbued with the feeling of a youthful romance. For instance, kissing at the rooftop staircase. I hope it can be arranged soon.

[ Interview with the Art Team ]

“Your photograph must be placed even on the workbench of the secret base!”

Q1: In relation to the various scenes in Loveland City, are there are any real life references?

The answer to this question has already been discovered by some meticulous players. We have indeed made references to a few real sceneries, such as the The Bund.

We want to give players the sense that the romance is happening right next to them, which is why we’ve brought our city’s scenery into the game, so everyone can feel a sense of familiarity and realism.

Q2: Art Sisters, what you think of the “Papergames Art Style” as coined by players? What is the biggest difference between the art style in Mr Love Queen’s Choice and other games by Papergames?

Actually, we don’t really understand the meaning of “Papergames Art Style”, and we don’t know what it means specifically. It probably refers to how the tone and atmosphere are more clear and romantic? Even our own department finds that the art styles from different games are very different. In making a comparison, Mr Love Queen’s Choice is much “harder” (laughs). After all, our main characters are four adult men. Right now, the style is basically “hard but not coarse” - there are parts which require meticulousness and delicateness, yet can’t be too soft.

Q3: Have you ever considered changing Gavin’s hairstyle, for instance giving him a crew cut?

Based on his personality, he might have thought about it. After all, a crew cut is very convenient. But come to think of it, does everyone really want to see him with a crew cut?

Q4: Where does Gavin typically buy his clothes? Online or in the shopping mall?

When he thinks it’s about time to buy clothes, he’ll find time to go to the mall. Occasionally, he buys them online.

Q5: How many different scars does Gavin have on his body?

There are some especially obvious scars on his collarbone and back. There are many other non-obvious ones in other places.

Q6: Why is there such a big difference between Gavin’s initial design and the final design? Initially, why did you give him that somewhat “smart” hairstyle?

Actually, we tried out many different types of hairstyles in the beginning. Then, we selected the one which was most suitable, and then refined it. The “smart” hairstyle was just one of many.

Q7: How many different outfits does Gavin have currently?

It’s difficult to say. After all, he does keep buying new clothes. A guy’s closet is the same as a woman’s - forever missing one shirt, a pair of pants, a pair of shoes, a watch...

Q8: Flowers appear frequently in the game. Could I ask the Art Team which flower best suits Gavin?

White lilac.

Q9: When it comes to Gavin’s home decor, what do the Art Sisters find the most special?

What’s special lies in “the warmth only you know about”.

Although the monochrome colours appear cold and cool, the details reveal the dribs and drabs of your lives: Outside the windows, you can see ginkgo trees which a harbour special meaning to the two of you. Atop the shelf in front of the window sits the strong “Greenie No. N+1″. Your photograph must be placed even on the workbench of the secret base!

Q10: What’s most difficult to grasp about Gavin?

The ahoge on Gavin’s head should point in the opposite direction of the wind.

[ Interview with the Production Team ]

“He gives people a sense of security, like the ‘Ah Sir’ in Hong Kong films!”

Q1: Why did you produce a game like “Love and Producer”?

Producers: Since 2015, our company has already started producing this game. As a mobile game with romance at its core, it’s something not many companies have tried before. The company had a lot of discussions on the possibility of it. In the end, we decided to do it, and the reason for making constant iterations, updates, and persevering after three years is especially simple. No matter what age you are, no matter whether you’ve dated before, no matter whether you're married and have your own family, we believe that in every woman’s heart, there remains an anticipation for romance and heart-stirring experiences. Which is why we believe “Love and Producer” has a reason for its existence. This belief has always guided our production and operation process, and we hope we can continuously bring even more beautiful romance experiences to everyone in the future.

Q2: Where did the name of the game “Love and Producer” come from?

Producers: I don’t know if anyone remembers that in the very beginning, our tagline on the official website has always been “Love and dreams need to meet their match.” Why is this game called “Love and Producer”? That’s because the link between you and him not only encompasses the narrow scope of love, but also permeates into to your life journey together.

Q3: Are there any deeply hidden “Easter eggs”? Could you disclose them to us?

Producers: They aren’t really that hidden, but there are indeed some “Easter eggs” which should have already been discovered by some players. For instance, you can see a certain poster during City Strolls. In “Go See Him”, the coupling of certain outfits and sceneries could bring out a few hidden lines. We welcome everyone to give it a try.

Q4: If you were to catch criminals together with Gavin, how could you help him?

Producers: After much thought, we might only be bait...

Q5: What do the people in the Production team call Gavin?

Producers: Gavin, Old Gav, Lil Gav, Bro Gav.

Q6: How do the males in the production team view Gavin?

Producers: An envoy of righteousness, he gives people a sense of security, like the ‘Ah Sir’ in Hong Kong films!”. But sometimes, he’s like Andy Chan.

Q7: If you had Gavin’s Evol, what would you use it for?

Producers: Of course, I'll go for a flight!

Q8: If there comes a day when you can be as fearless as Gavin, what would you want to do most?

Producers: Serve... serve the motherland?

Q9: Lastly, do you have anything to say to the players?

Producers: This interaction between the Production Team and the players is already sufficient enough to cherish. The world we created has only become perfect because of your participation. Our days alongside Loveland City have already become an important stamp in our lives. This world is still constantly becoming richer and broader. Kindly look forward to it!

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