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freesia-writes · 1 year

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"If you want it, you're gonna have to come and get it from me." for rex? please 💙💙💙

Ok, let’s gooo! I was panicking trying to figure out if Rex or Reader should say the line, so I just went with what came as I was writing... I always see Rex as awkward at first, but we all know he's got some passion underneath that can be coaxed out with the right situation. ;) Hope it's a fun read! <3

Rex x GN!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Content Warnings: PG-13 drinking, threats, kissing...?

Also, this picture was in my head the whole time. ;)

It had been weeks. The 501st had been on Coruscant while their Venator was undergoing major repairs after an obnoxious ambush by the Separatists. There were only so many drills and armor inspections that could be done, so the clones found themselves at 79s more frequently than they were used to. It was a good opportunity to blow off some steam, to enjoy a change of pace from the constant horrors of war, and they were in generally good spirits. You’d been frequenting the place as well, finding it a welcome distraction from your recent break-up and mundane, dead-end job.

The boys in blue were always a good time, and you enjoyed the occasional chat with a few of them, but there was always one who tended to keep to himself, chatting with his fellow captains and other squad members in various corners of the bar. You’d made eye contact a few times, finding yourself oddly drawn to him, but he’d been quick to avert his gaze with a sheepish look. It seemed a stark contrast to what you’d heard about him as a fearless yet humble soldier, a courageous leader, and a proficient warrior. Needless to say, you were tired of the blatant approaches from the bar patrons with less finesse, and the idea of not being fawned over was an appealing one. Perhaps you could even have a legitimate conversation.

You’d made some efforts to place yourself near him, but the way he’d shift uncomfortably on his feet made you wonder if your presence was unwelcome. Finally, after unabashedly using Fives as a cover for a few nights in a row, he called you out.

“Just go talk to him,” he said suddenly, elbowing you in the side a little harder than he intended.

“What!” you gasped, partly in pain and partly surprised at his directness.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are. I don’t know how you’re so impervious to my charm, but it’s obvious you’ve been stealing glances at him while you’re talking to me. So just go talk to him.” His response was laced with a grin and a glint in his eyes, and a blush blossomed across your cheeks.

“I don’t know what--”

“Alright, come on,” Fives interrupted, taking you by the elbow and heading toward Rex. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and it took all your concentration to avoid tripping over your own feet as you were steered toward the captain, who was talking with another clone and immediately stiffened as he saw you approach.

“Hey Captain,” Fives said casually, pulling up in front of them, “We were just talking about that backward strategy you pulled on Saleucami, and this pretty little thing wanted to hear more about your battle tactics.”

You groaned inwardly, resisting the urge to slap your palm into your forehead, but the awkward noise that came from Rex immediately diffused the tension with hilarity.

“Ehhrmmeheh…” he said, eyes darting from Fives to you. His companion chuckled, slapping him on the back and saying his goodbyes as he left with Fives, leaving the two of you staring at each other.

“So uh… Battle tactics… That’s… hard…” you offered, clasping your hands together in front of you and trying not to fidget.

“It’s… Well, we’re trained… And the generals, and admirals, and… you know. It’s not just me,” Rex offered, running a hand over his closely-shaved blonde hair. His helmet was on the counter nearby, and you noticed the interesting markings across the top, making a mental note to ask about them later. You took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly to steady your nerves, and leaned against the counter, feeling yourself relax a little.

“Okay, so what would you do in this scenario…” You quizzed, and the two of you launched into the nerdiest discussion of war strategy you could have imagined. The minutes ticked by, and you started to feel much more comfortable. Rex was clearly engaged, enjoying the intellectual challenge and particularly appreciating the familiarity of the content. Drinks were refilled, you began coming up with increasingly ridiculous situations, both of you loosening up and laughing a bit more, and finally the conversation turned toward other things. He shared about the early days of the war, you talked about your aspirations for a career that seemed to be just out of your reach, and the discussion was occasionally punctuated by the arrival of someone else who wanted to have a quick talk with Rex. He would engage for a bit, sending you the occasional side glance and grin that made your heart skip a beat, then would turn back to you.

Things were going fantastically, but you were suddenly interrupted by a very unwelcome presence -- a regrettable one-night-stand from a while ago who had never quite gotten the hint that you didn’t want to talk to him again. He sidled up next to you, a little too close for comfort, sloshing his drink a bit as he leaned into your side with a foul-breathed greeting.

“Well helloooooo! Fancy meeting you here!” he slurred, eyes roving over you with thinly veiled interest. You crinkled your nose, leaning away from him a bit, and Rex noticed your discomfort.

“Hi there,” he said, a sudden air of authority in his voice that gave you goosebumps. “We were just heading out, but nice to see you, and hope you have a good night!” He rose to his feet from the stool he’d been resting on, offering his arm to you as he used the other one to tuck his helmet against his hip. You stood as well, taking his arm and muttering a farewell to the inebriated mistake of your past, who started rambling something incoherent after you as the two of you strolled out the front door.

The cool night air hit your face, refreshing and invigorating after the cloying warmth of 79s as you walked down the street and around the corner. You realized with a start that Rex was looking at you, a little half-smile on his face that made you suddenly want to kiss him. What were you supposed to do now? It had been a diversion to leave the bar, but you now found yourself with no plan of where to go. You opened your mouth for some feeble attempt at a joke, but were suddenly interrupted by a loud voice behind you.

“Hey! I wazzn done with you! I’sstill talkin n you left!”

You whirled around, matched in speed by Rex who had turned to face the threatening sound immediately. The obnoxious little hemorrhoid was staggering after you, still holding the glass from the bar, waving it angrily at the two of you. His face was bright red, mouth spluttering with words, and you wondered how you ever made such a bad decision like that. Your self-flagellation was halted by the gentle push of Rex’s helmet into your arms, as he stepped slightly in front of you to face the approaching complainer.

“Easy there, brother. Why don’t you take your glass back and have a good night?” Rex said, striking a balance of firmness and affability. You marveled at his ability to be direct without the bravado that so many insecure men would immediately put on when challenged in any way.

“YOU take thglass back!” the parasite spluttered, making a sudden lunge at the two of you. In one smooth motion, Rex moved the two of you sideways, out of the way of the ill-aimed charge, and you let out a little yelp of surprise as you backed up against the wall beside you, clutching the helmet in your arms. In a flash, Rex was in front of you, holding a hand up toward the angry little fuss, who was revving up for another go. He came at the Captain and was easily dodged, running past in a clumsy bundle of flailing limbs, crashing into some passersby who squawked in surprise and disapproval.

“Time to go home,” Rex commanded, still squaring up in case the fool decided to have another go. And indeed he did, lowering his head and taking a swing at the clone, who effortlessly dodged it and quickly swept his legs out from under him. He fell backward with a disproportionately satisfying thwack, head knocking into the mirror of a speeder on the way down, sending the glass mug flying from his hand, and passed out cold. You cringed, pressing the back of your head into the wall in embarrassment, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Rex turned back to you, expression unreadable, and you began to offer your apologies.

“I’m so sorry,” you started, but he waved them away, and you were overcome with the sudden realization of just how damn sexy he was. The combination of hours of conversation, his intelligence and humility, and the fearless protectiveness were intoxicating, and the rush of all that had just happened hit you like the brick wall you were backed up against.

“Eh, I guess it’s the struggle of having such devoted followers,” Rex said dismissively, a playful smile on his face.

“More like clingy regrets from a moment of bad judgment,” you admitted, turning his helmet in your hands.

“I’ll take that if you’d like,” he said, extending a hand warmly and nodding toward the helmet.

Whether it was the thrill of the series of events, the culmination of the emotional roller coaster you’d been on in life, or just the sheer magnetism of the blonde beauty in front of you, a sudden courage found its way into your heart. You hoped it would be received well, but it just felt so… right. You took a step forward, shifting the helmet around behind your back, holding it in both arms between your spine and the wall, and lifted your chin toward Rex with a cheeky grin.

“If you want it, you’re gonna have to come and get it from me.”

You didn’t know where it came from, but the spark between the two of you was undeniable, and you held your breath as Rex raised an eyebrow in surprise. Your heart skipped a beat when he pursed his lips, assessing you with a gaze that made your knees weak. He had seemed so awkward at the bar, so unsure of himself, but now he was none of those things. His presence exuded confidence, and he moved slowly toward you. The smoldering intensity in his eyes melted you to the core, and you inhaled sharply as he brought his face within inches of yours. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he leaned toward your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Well look at you all of a sudden,” he purred, reaching an arm around your side. You temporarily forgot about the helmet as he moved his lips from your ear to your mouth, not touching, just barely hovering in the most tantalizing way. His eyelids were low as he took in a slow breath, raising his eyes to yours and brushing the tip of your nose with his own on the way. Your lips parted slightly, holding your breath, every nerve in your body on fire as you found yourself yearning to close the distance between the two of you but also finding yourself frozen in place, unable to move.

The tension was suddenly broken as you felt the helmet slip out from behind you, and you fell back into the wall with a surprised gasp. Rex stood up straight, holding the helmet up triumphantly with an eyebrow waggle. The flood of emotions was indescribable -- shock, humor, indignation, disappointment, delight…

“That’s not fair!” you breathed, feeling slightly embarrassed at being toyed with, and you took a hopeless swipe at the helmet, which he easily pulled out of reach with a smile.

“You’re right…” he answered, surprising you as he pressed forward against you, snugly trapping you between his plastoid armor and the wall. You brought a hand to his chest plate, the other resting on his hip, looking up at him in thoroughly flustered admiration. You didn’t even know what to do with yourself at this point, but he lifted his free hand to your chin, tipping it upward ever so gently, and hesitated to scan your eyes for consent. You closed them, leaning forward slightly, and he dropped his helmet to the ground, snaking his other arm around your waist, pressing the most deliciously tender kiss to your mouth. Electricity coursed from your head to your toes, and you melted against him, drowning in his scent and taste and touch. A quiet, contented “hmm” rumbled in his chest, and you lifted a hand to the back of his neck, tilting your head and deepening the kiss blissfully.

It felt like hours and seconds simultaneously when you finally parted, sucking in the cool air in disbelief and amazement. He leaned his forehead gently against yours, leaving his eyes closed for a moment, a small smile on his lips, and you reveled in the contrast of his sharp features and the softness of his touch. What a change from the flustered, awkward start of your interaction… A million thoughts and questions flew through your mind, but you let them all drift away to instead savor the moment.

“Thank you?” you whispered, earning a tiny chuckle from him.

“My pleasure,” Rex answered, “Should we go discuss some more battle strategy?”

You laughed out loud now, giving his cheek a fond caress, "Fantastic idea."

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colderdrafts · 6 months

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Calm waters

Just a lil one-shot drabble for some practice. Enjoy 💙

Merman (octo) x gn reader. Sfw, tw kidnapping, mild violence

He sits on the same rock as usual, large, black tendrils partially holding onto it, partially running through the depths below. He breathes deeply to calm himself, a familiar scent of salt in the air.

This part of the beach is quiet, a vacant a spot he retreats to for some peace, away from prying eyes. At times, he brings the visitors of the oceans and his heart with him.

Topas watches the odd metallic bird rising high up in the sky, leaving it's odd ever-growing white tail behind on the air, like using a paint brush on a blue canvas.

How something like that can even fly is beyond him, truly another marvel of human ingenuity. The distant roar of its powerful 'engine' floods his senses, like an imitation of a rumbling thunder. He misses the lightning that usually accompanies the sound, however. Perhaps it would strike him, and give clarity as to why he's allowed himself to be fooled once again.

Frankly, he should have seen it coming, this is how it always ends. So why did he think anything will change? Why does he trust whatever fleeting promises anyone who gives him the time of day throws his way?

He gnaws on his bottom lip, agitated, sharp teeth threatening to draw blood. The pain is grounding. Reminding him he's still a someone and present, despite how he's been discarded like an accessory. Something interesting to spend your time on while you're away from home - an item you'll leave behind and forget about.

He's exciting, new, a creature of the depths, a hermit you'd be lucky to stumble upon at all. For a time. But the second whatever schedule they have in place for their lives run out, they're gone, him being nothing more than a summer fling, a short lived ecstasy and rush of dopamine.

He stares at the monstrous metal bird like his eyes could vaporize it, and strike it down so you'd be in his arms again, come back to where you belong. He knows you're on it. He recognizes the logo of the company you're flying with, reminiscing the way your claw-less fingers traced over the ticket you once showed him. Telling him stories of the lands you used to belong to.

He squints at the obnoxiously bright colors coating the bottom of the flying vessel, like a mockery of a proper bird.

He knew you'd be leaving today, but you promised to at least come say goodbye. Tell him your beautiful lie that you'd return sometime. You couldn't even do that for him.

He really thought this would be different. He turns away angrily, hauling himself down the slope of rocks toward the beckoning water. Perhaps he should spend the next decade or so in the further deep to get his mind on straight again.

They're gone, just like the others. The metal bird has won once again. Nothing will change that now. He's so stupid-

"Topas?"

The sound is barely a breath upon the wind, but nevertheless the familiar call of his name stops him dead in his tracks. Your voice instantly sends an excited chill down his spine, and he hardly dares move in case he'd just imagined it.

Topas turns then, slow and anticipatory, the tendrils of his lower body squirming to find something to hold on to. Deep green eyes settle on your haggard form standing at the tip of the waves, your feet hidden in the sand. Your protective fabrics are wrung awry, your knees scraped bloody (and smelling so, so good) and you're clearly out of breath.

Topas deducts you've been running. Supposedly you had a fall along the way. Your appearance is that of a seasoned fighter, and it's breathtaking.

He resist the immediate urge to take you into his arms, curl everything he is around you and enjoy your strange body, hardened by the land, pressing against his again. He must not forget you broke a promise.

What's to say you will not do so again? Topas ignores the want in his heart and narrows his eyes, taking some satisfaction you have the grace to avert yours. Acknowledging, like someone who knows of their guilt.

"Did the metal bird leave without you?" he asks as a greeting, guarded. And now you're looking for further entertainment until it flies again?

You take a few deep breaths to muster your voice, finding the courage to look back at him. "No - well, yes, I mean. No?" you falter, struggling to find which words to speak first.

Topas wonders why you're trying to say all of them all at once, forcing his face to hold back the creeping smile threatening to remove his upset. Your fluster still warms him, enjoying the effect he can have on you. He patiently waits for you to explain yourself, slowly moving through the water and closing the annoying gap.

"I overslept, and dashed for the airport," you begin, stubbornly steadfast at his approach. Still, you appear like a spooked seahorse awaiting its chance to flee, and he just wants to drag you back into the water, make sure you can't bolt. "I made it to the gate. But. I couldn't get on it. It wouldn't be right."

He stops at that last part and stares for a beat, borderline flabbergasted.

You fidget with your hands again. Topas wonders if it's because you want to hold his. "I'm sorry I'm late - but I said I'd say goodbye, right? It's the least I could do for you. For all this time you've spent keeping me company and guiding me through an area I've never been to."

His eyes widen. Isn't that - that's a big deal for a human, isn't it? Going out of your way like that? Abandoning something seemingly as mighty as time?

It always seems it's notoriously important humans get to the 'right plane' at the 'right time', well in advance, everything must be perfect and go smoothly.

To get home, to get back to work. It's so, so important. And yet you abandoned that chance. For him? To keep your promise?

"You came back just to say goodbye? And now you can't go..?" he asks.

"I, uh. Yeah. Yeah, that about covers it," you chuckle awkwardly, a sound like music. You've about caught your breath, trying and failing to smooth out some torn fabric. "Sorry I'm such a mess right now."

Silence. Topas covers the ground in one quick jump, rapidly closing the remaining distance and roughly latching onto you, knocking you flat on your back in the sand below. He holds on tight, coiling his tendrils around your legs and almost squeezing the breath right back out of you. You let out the most adorable startled and half-strangled noise, gods he could crush you, it's so good you're still here.

You returned. You can keep your promises. You abandoned your important human nonsense. It's almost unreal.

Your heart is razing, he can tell, but it's alright, so is his. He smooths some tendrils along your legs in a calming motion, and the nervous laughter you let out soothes you. He feels your arms reaching back around him, sliding across his skin and settling on the small of his back. He knows you like to hold them there, feeling the space where his hips turn into strong muscle of the tendrils running into the water.

"Good," he breathes, smelling your sun kissed skin. "Good. You can't go. You're staying here."

You chuckle sadly. "Topas-"

"No."

Its not as much the demanding tone as it's the way everything he is suddenly tightens around you.

You stiffen, anxious like the first time he held you, perhaps he got a little too excited. He didn't mean to frighten you then, and he doesn't mean to do so now. But this is important. It's important you understand how significant this is.

"No..?" you repeat carefully. You pet his back like a silent attempt to soothe. You'll have to forgive he can't appreciate the gesture right now.

"I know what you're about to say," Topas says through gritted teeth. He keeps his face hidden in the crook of your neck so you can't look him in the eye, still aware his intensity has a tendency to frighten humans. "'There's another one flying away soon. I'll leave with the next one. I'll return next year. I promise I'll never forget you.'"

He spits the last words out with the vitriol of all the times it's happened combined, his bitterness clouding the air.

"Topas," you try. Your voice sounds so oddly brittle, your hands settle on his chest, pushing slightly. "Topas, please let go of me-"

You can feel teeth ghosting over your neck like Topas' considering if biting you would bring his point across better. He tightens his grip on your legs, and you stop squirming.

"Something will get in the way of all that. It always does. You won't be back, and you'll forget," he says.

He lifts himself slightly, finally looking you in the face. Your eyes are blown wide, and you're still breathing too quick, staring like captured prey. His heart sinks at the sight, but this is better than the alternative. He gingerly leans down, resting his forehead against yours.

"But I know you want to be here now," he whispers, staring into you. "So I'm just going to not give you any other option."

Slowly, he starts dragging you across the sand. You let him for a bit, still confused at his sudden change of tone, but the second you realize he's dragging you toward the water you start struggling, attempting to pull free from his iron grip.

He's set off your fear response, Topas acknowledges, but it'll stop clouding your mind soon enough. He just has to get you to the water-

He's interrupted by a sudden sharp sting in his eye. You've managed to get a hand free and went to roughly poke him. Topas squeals in pain, his tendrils loosening just a bit of their grip. Your body heat leaves them behind and he can't taste you anymore, you've pulled them to you. Another blow follows, this time to his stomach, as you kick against him to gain more distance.

Topas grunts from the sudden impact, and you turn over on your front, calling for help. You're trying to drag yourself away from him. That won't do. He recovers, and leaps forward again, locking his hand around your ankle, dragging you back across the sand.

"No, no, calm down-" he bristles, pulling you back into his body, hands on your calves, thighs, hips - he locks his body around you again to stop your frantic kicking and screaming. Once back in control, he starts tugging you over the sand once again.

"I can't breathe!" you shriek suddenly, clawing at the ground for anything to stop your shared path toward the depths. Your fingers leave patterns in the wet ground, the waves coming in to calmly sweep them away.

"I know," he mutters soothingly, keeping the momentum. "I know." He's not going to drown you. This is just to talk. Get used to the water, so you don't have to concern yourself with what's keeping you on land ever again.

The cool water seeps over his skin and yours in one, final pull. He stretches, long tendrils writhing around you, feeling the water around him carrying his body, his full freedom of movement finally returning. He breathe deeply, enjoying the wetting of his gills as the salt welcomes him home. Now, he just has to get you away from shore, fast.

The land is left behind, the cold water making you still, clinging to Topas' embrace. He easily lets you. You've no other choice out here, at his mercy. It's keep calm or sink, and slowly, slowly, the beach gets smaller and smaller as the open waters get deeper beneath you both. He makes sure to keep your head above water.

The shore carries no trace of the human who missed their plane. The salty sea air caresses the skin of its visitors, and an empty rock sits quietly in the waves.

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miss-andromeda · 6 months

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2012 TMNT 😁

The first character I first fell in love with:

This should be a no-brainer...I think you know him. Tall, purple bandana, gap between the teeth, way too smart for his own good...yeah, it's him. 😌💜

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Honestly, Raph! I started the show thinking very surface-level of him; awesome ninja, anger issues, stuff like that. Then when I started rewatching the show, I started to see how vulnerable and soft he could be with his brothers - along with unbelievably sassy he can be. Seriously, dude has some of my favorite one-liners in the whole show.🤣❤️

The character everyone else loves that I don’t:

Oh, this is gonna be interesting...I'm gonna be blunt here, Leo. Don't get me wrong, I like him a lot and he has some amazing moments, but he doesn't necessarily have the snark that makes Raph and Donnie stand out, and the sunshine and humor that makes Mikey so endearing. I love Blue, but he's 4th place out of the four. 💙

The character I love that everyone else hates:

Hmm...probably Shredder. I've seen people say that his motivation is pretty lame (which, in some way, it kind of is) but he's not just a bratty child. He's a really twisted villain and seems to really believe his motivations are completely justified - and you can't deny he's completely ruthless in battle. Really exemplifies the concept of the head of the Foot - and honestly, I think he's a great villain.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

Probably April. I liked her a lot when I was younger (the concept of girl power and she's got a potential romance with my favorite turtle? Sign me up!), but once I got older...she really grated on my nerves. Don't get me wrong, I like her in season 1; she's an inexperienced teenager who's dealing with the pain of having her dad be kidnapped and is meeting some new friends along the way. Season 2 onwards? I wanted to strangle her. Not just because of the love triangle (although that is a part of it,) but also because she lost a lot of that awkwardness that made her likable in season 1, and just became a cliche girlboss. But she wasn't even likable there; she just felt like the token female character needed to add "diversity" to the group.

The character I would totally smooch:

See my first answer. 💜

The character I’d want to be like:

Probably Raph; minus the short temper, I'd love to have the skills he has and the undying love with an animal - be it Spike/Slash or Chompy. Plus, the sass. ❤️

The character I’d slap:

Well, I already mentioned April, but I like her in season 1 so that saves her. And it's kind of a cliche choice to pick a villain, so let's pick someone that I've despised since the beginning - even when I was a dumb kid.

Casey.

Does he get better in later seasons? Yeah, I'd say so; he becomes less in your face and more...just annoying, but kinda like Mikey annoying where you can't hate him. But in season 2, I wanted to strangle him too - and admittedly, still kinda do. He's way too obnoxious for his own good, is way too gross in his flirting with April (he's not chauvinistic or anything, but you just roll your eyes a lot of the time), and doesn't back up his bragging or anything with actually being likable, unlike Raph.

So yeah, he's the one.

A pairing that I love:

If you asked me this when I was a kid, I would've said Apritello - April and Donnie. Now, I don't shame anyone if they ship them, but let's just say I way prefer my version in All's Fair in Love and Science (shameless self-promo 😅) where they love each other platonically and April shamelessly teases him about his crush on my OC, Andi.

But to answer, a pair that I love? Mikey and Renet, personally. She captures that inexperience as a Time Master wonderfully, and she never comes off like an idiot - she's just trying to find her footing. And Mikey's so in awe of her that it's kind of adorable. They both have that same kind of childish, free spirit that makes me just want to protect them. 😅🧡

A pairing that I despise:

Okay, there are two.

One is the aforementioned Apritello. I used to like them as a kid, but watching it in hindsight is just cringeworthy. Don't get me wrong, I am all for Donnie having a crush (and admittedly, I'm a sucker for the love at first sight trope), but did they have to make it so forced and awkward? And I understand April feeling uncomfortable and not wanting to ruin their friendship about his feelings for her, but that's what communication is. And by not having that, she just kept leading him on and making him think he had a chance - only to either ignore him or just continue treating him like just a friend. It was so forced and awkward and...ugh.

And for the obvious - Leorai, Leo and Karai. Okay, who thought it was a good idea to imply that two siblings could have a romance - and have it be canon that one sibling had a crush on the other? Don't get me wrong, I love Karai; she's bar none my favorite female character in the show. And like I said, I love Leo - but the crush he had on Karai is what brings his character down for me. If they wrote him as impressed by her skills and seeing the good in her from a platonic point of view, it would've been sweet - and added another layer to Leo's character. But no, they went with the pseudo-incest perspective and made us all creeped out.

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once-was-muses · 10 months

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『 𝙰 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 』 .

repost with the information of your muse , including headcanons , etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts , add some other of your own !

NAME. Abaeze Philip Ojomo

AGE. 29 (circa 1988 when got Snatched™️, actually 64)

SPECIES. Human(?)

GENDER. Male (cis, he/him)

ORIENTATION. Homosexual

INTERESTS. Cars, maths, chess, stargazing, classic literature and poetry, music- Philip's interests are a little all over the place.

PROFESSION. Pre-Fog, Autohaven was the first and only Actual Job he'd had. Before then, it was just odd jobs where he could get them, doing whatever meneal thing people would pay him for.

BODY TYPE. Long and lanky, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Muscular, but in a lean and wiry fashion.

EYES. Once a dark but soft brown, now solid black with pupils that reflect light. Upturned, with heavy lids that give him the appearance of being constantly worried or saddened.

HAIR. Rich black, kept long in braids- along with a short goatee- ever since he moved to America. Pre-Fog, he kept as good care of his braids as he could, taking them out at least once a week to wash his hair and redo them. Nowadays, the most he does with them is pick any stray twigs or leaves out, making sure the chain links he's woven in are still in place.

SKIN. Before the Fog, his skin was naturally deep brown but offset by the lighter scar tissue washed across his form. Now, it's as if the melanism in his skin has taken over every other pigment, the bark-like hide now covering him black as midnight.

FACE. Jaw is angular with a blunt chin, defined cheekbones and a broad nose. Lips are full and seem permanently pulled down at the edges.

HEIGHT. 7'8" (or 6'4" before the Entity's transformation)

COMPANIONS. Very little, both in the past and present. Angelino Azimov, his boss at Autohaven, and his ex Royce Delaney were the closest he'd been to another human being since his entire family was taken. He finds the vast majority of company in the Fog obnoxious at most amicable- with the exception of Rin, Carmina, Ms. Smitherson, the littles Legionnaire, and (in small doses) Max.

ANTAGONISTS. There are far too many to name. One already mentioned above. It's much simpler to leave it at that.

COLORS. Blues, browns, greys, white, and black

FRUITS. Citrus, especially lemon. It's his favorite flavor for sweets, too.

DRINKS. Water is the only option anymore. But he occasionally misses Ale 8, a soda he'd bought on a whim at a (unaffiliated) gas station and continued to buy a bottle of when his monthly paycheck rolled in (read: was handed to him in small bills) as a sort of tradition.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES ? He's never been particularly interested in alcohol, despising the taste. The only alcoholic drink he ever liked was a pink lemonade wine cooler.

SMOKES ? As morbidly ironic as it is considering his childhood, he developed a smoking habit shortly before coming to America. Needless to say he doesn't get much of a chance to continue with this in the Fog.

DRUGS ? Never. He saw what it did to some of the soldiers razing his home country, what happened when some of his people got ahold of it, lived only a few blocks from a regular spot for junkies- not to mention the assumptions that followed him as a black man in the 70s and 80s. Anything that could've tempted him on the streets didn't have much of a chance to charm him.

DRIVERS LICENSE ? He never had a driver's license. (But that didn't stop Azimov from having him move the cars in and out of the garage and around the lot. Or messing around in the driver's seat of one of the staff lorries.)

Tagged by: @janeromeroshow 💙

Tagging: whoever wants it òvó

#dash games tag tba #A Shadow's Rage : The Wraith

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writingandmore · 2 years

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hello!! could i maybe get two matchups from danganronpa (maybe from two separate games- if not thats perfectly ok!!), please? i'm an autistic trans man, and i'm gay. i'm an INTP and 6w7. i'm 5'5 with short light blue and white hair + freckles, a beauty mark and hazel eyes. i'm a selective mute, so i tend to be very withdrawn and awkward with people, mostly choosing to sign to them instead. i'm extremely patient and understanding, though despite that i can be extremely oblivious to other's intentions unless they're outright stated to me. i'm very kind, though i speak very bluntly and i always worry about unintentionally hurting others. i tend to gravitate more to more outgoing people, or those who are more confident than me. i'm very easy to fluster, and i'm often described as a cat in the way that i show my affections. my hobbies are writing and drawing, but i have special interests in anime. im very talkative around those i feel comfortable with, which isnt uncommon since i trust people very blindly, like a puppy really. i speak very formally compared to most others and my constant talking to them, usually about my special interests is mainly how i show affection. thank you 💙

I pair you with Kokichi!

-Kokichi is extremely talkative, to the point where to many it might be obnoxious. At first, he would see you as someone he could chat with without getting much pushback from you, but once he learns more about your patient and kind personality, that would change. Your blunt way of speaking wouldn't phase him too much (unless he was being dramatic), because you would be one of the only people who is consistently kind to him. He's certainly outgoing, and, although his self-confidence is mostly a farce, he still projects it quite a bit, so you would probably be drawn to him more so than some others.

#kokichi ouma #danganronpa matchup

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welllpthisishappening · 2 years

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Ive told you this before, and ill probably twll you every year, but blue line made me interested in hockey back in 2019. fast foward three years and im stressing about the rangers when im supposed to be working and i want to thank you with my whole heart and lay 100% of the blame of my stress at your feet. 💙❤️🤍

I've told you all before, and I'll probably tell you every time I get a message like this, but:

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY HANDS? SHOULD I JUST SHOUT FOR SEVENTEEN MINUTES STRAIGHT? WOULD IT BE WEIRD TO START JUMPING UP AND DOWN? THIS IS SO NICE? YOU ALL ARE SO NICE? I AM ONLY MARGINALLY SORRY FOR CAUSING YOU HOCKEY-RELATED STRESS!

I accept this blame, too. With a heart close to bursting and a very strong sense of pride in my ability to make people care about the things that I care about. It's my goal, really. That being said! It really, genuinely, for realz blows my mind that I am still getting messages about Blue Line and hearing that people care about this team of obnoxious, hug-prone children because they read like 800,000 words that I wrote. It's patently incredible and wonderful and I will never get over it.

Also, I hope we win tonight.

#laura rambles #blue line rambles #anonymous #i plotted a next-gen story on my drive to work this morning #can't stop won't stop

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Day 25: Blame it on Cider, part 5

Here's today's fic for the Writer’s Month 2021 challenge (see @writersmonth for more info).

Hello, my beloved readers! Kudos for sticking around for nearly a whole month with me and my silly stories! 💙

Did you miss Thorin and Yrsa? Good, because they are back! I hope you remember how the last part ended: while the Orcs attacked Thorin’s merchant caravan, Yrsa and the baby escaped. Unfortunately, she didn’t meet Thorin again at the agreed time and place and started suspecting the worst.

I wrote this part in a real hurry, so I’m sorry about any errors etc. in advance.

Today's prompt: word: obnoxious

Fandom: The Hobbit Relationships: Thorin x Yrsa (Dwarf Female OC) Rating: T Word count: 3,5 k words Warnings: um, cold, mentions of bodily harm (just a tiny bit, nothing gorey), winter, and you’ll get a glimpse of how a typical Viking quarrel looks like (yes, this is a self-deprecating joke, ha ha, not funny) how the exhausted and almost completely frozen Dwarves try to quarrel, also: freezing cold

A special author’s note for @bitter-sweet-farmgirl: This part is longer especially for you, so you won't forget it so easily next time ;)

As usual, you can read this fic here and on AO3.

Have you missed the previous parts? Here they are:

Khuzdul: Lulkh - fool Inbarathrag - goat Ursarusê - my tiny fire Khaglâ-dûm - Blue Halls (name of a Dwarven settlement shamelessly made up by me) Thorinuldûm - Thorin’s Halls (the place in the Blue Mountains where Longbeards lived after Sack of Erebor)

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Blame It on Cider, part 5

Two months later

It has been over a year since Yrsa last drank cider, but she promised herself one thing: when this miserable escapade of hers was finally over and she was safely back at home, she was going to get herself seriously drunk. But first, she would make sure that there were no men around. She learned that lesson well.

The greatest flaw in her plan was that she found herself several days away from home. There had been barely any snow in the Blue Mountains in November and Yrsa was convinced that she could easily make one quick trip to a nearby village and back before the winter blizzards made the mountain trails impassable. Her dear childhood friend, Haldis, was about to have a baby and asked Yrsa to assist her when the time came. Yrsa was more than happy to oblige. The delivery was easy and without any complications. Haldis gave birth to a strong baby boy and her husband threw a feast to celebrate the blessed event. While everyone drank ale, Yrsa drank water, and now she regretted it deeply. If she drank anything else, even a cup of mead, she would probably have a hangover. Which meant that she would stay in the village for a few days longer. But a stupid encounter with a stupid king a year ago (who, later on, probably was stupid enough to lose his life fighting off the Orcs while she stupidly escaped instead of helping him) made her abstain from alcohol. Ugh. Not thinking about the king, not now. Frozen tears are not fun. Moving on to the downsides of being sober. Anyway, when that stupid snowstorm came all of a sudden, Yrsa (instead of laying in a comfy bed in Haldis’ home and complaining about a headache) was caught in the middle of it, completely unprepared. Thus, the stupid frozen tears that were absolutely not welling in her stupid eyes at all as she marched home.

That stupid snow covered the stupid mountain trail and she had to plow her way through the stupid snowdrifts while ignoring the stupid snowflakes getting stuck to her face. And on top of that, there was that stupid freezing wind. It felt as if her cheeks would fall off any moment now. She wrapped her thick scarf around her face, leaving only her eyes uncovered. That helped a bit. But there was something that made her situation worse. Curse her bad luck! The sky was darkening rapidly and it seemed that the wind was becoming even stronger. And if that was not enough, the stupid snowflakes decided to magically turn into miniature icicles at that very moment, viciously prickling her skin.

Yrsa tried to speed up, but how fast can you walk with snow reaching up to your thighs and merciless headwind trying to topple you over? Even so, she soldiered on and climbed arduously up the slope, trying to ignore the tiredness in her legs. She had to reach that ridge ahead of her before the last light of the day disappeared. There was a small shepherd hut in one of the caverns and she wanted to stay there for the night. It was only used in summer so it stood empty and cold now, but it would provide her with shelter from the weather. And who knows, maybe the shepherds left some of their food there? Shut up, Yrsa’s stomach, there was still some leftover food from the feast in her travelling sack. She just had to get to that hut, get the fire going and all would be well.

It wasn’t. Of course. She should have expected it. Bad luck struck again. Yrsa was halfway to the cavern, barely seeing anything through the relentless waves of icy snow directed at her by the stupid wind, when she stumbled over something and slipped, falling face down into the snow. It hurt when she tried to get up. It hurt when she tried to stand on her right foot. With a helpless grunt, she slumped down on the snow. Multiple layers of clothing, including her thick leather trousers made it impossible to check her leg, but she was almost certain that her ankle was sprained. It would start swelling soon. She wouldn’t make it to the shepherds’ hut now, unable to stand on her leg and walk, not mentioning crawling in that snow, with the blizzard becoming more and more aggressive. Yrsa knew she didn’t have much time. She was still warm now, but she stopped moving a while back and her body had already started giving her some not so subtle hints about the biting cold. Think, Yrsa, think… She needed to do something. Otherwise, when the snows melt in spring, the shepherds would find her frozen body and then write on her gravestone: “Here lies Yrsa, daughter of Yri. Died a pathetic death because she was stupid enough not to drink ale at a feast (and she didn’t drink because she was terrified of doing another stupid mistake like the one involving that stupid cider and that stupid blacksmith,no, a king and his stupid lips… and his other body parts, and she stupidly ran away, and now he’s gone, and she’s freezing to death, but nevermind, there’s not enough space on this gravestone to write it all anyway)”.

“Get up!” Perfect. Now she was hallucinating from the cold. The wind was howling above her, and she was imagining things. How did the wind learn Khuzdul anyway?

“Get up, you lulkh! You will freeze to death here if you don’t!” The wind roared at her angrily and then something appeared in front of her. A hallucination. A hallucination that gripped her coat and lifted her up from the ground, as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. She cried out in pain, instinctively resting on her stupid right leg.

“I have injured my ankle, you inbarathrag! I can’t walk!” Yrsa shouted at the dark silhouette in front of her, trying to be louder than the wind. Funny how the hallucination wore a dwarven coat with a hood, just like hers, and how hard its chest felt under her gloved hand as she tried to steady herself.

The hallucination grunted, “Are you traveling alone?”

“Yes, I was on my way to…” Yrsa started.

“I’ll carry you,” the hallucination interrupted her. A pair of arms wrapped around her. She was lifted unceremoniously off the ground, thrown over a shoulder and across his back. Yes, it was a “he”. Judging by the timbre of voice, even though barely audible in the howling wind, it definitely couldn’t be a Dwarf-woman.

“Hey! It hurt!” Yrsa protested.

“Good, at least we know that you do not suffer from frostbite yet, boy,” he grunted and moved ahead.

“I’m not a boy!” she mumbled into his arm and shifted. It felt definitely too corporeal to be a hallucination.

“Be quiet and stop moving!” the corporeal… someone snapped at her.

“If you go towards the eastern ridge, there is a…”

The Dwarf stopped in his tracks.

“I said: be quiet!” He let out a roar. “Save your strength!”

Yrsa huffed, but decided not to grace this obnoxious brute with an answer. The obnoxious brute in question started walking again, climbing up the slope roughly towards the direction she had been going. All she could do was wait, clench her teeth, and try to get her mind off the pulsing pain in her leg.

He was a Dwarf, that was obvious. She hoped he wouldn’t turn out to be some kind of a bandit. No. He couldn’t be. She would already be dead by now. But who in their right mind would travel through the mountains in this weather? Except for her, of course.

Just then the Dwarf stumbled, but regained the balance quickly. When she asked whether he was well, he didn’t respond. As he marched ahead, he stumbled several times more. It seemed that his left leg was more prone to fail him and so he favoured the right one.

“We are here!” He finally stopped and placed her against a wall so she could support herself.

They were at the shepherds’ hut. The mysterious Dwarf helped her inside, and bolted the door behind them, shutting it in the face of the howling wind and snow outside. Good riddance. Ysa rested her back against a wall and sighed in relief, taking off her scarf and hood. She was shaking out the ice from her hair when she heard a shout and then something hard and heavy bumped into her.

“Yrsa!”

“Ummpf,” she responded eloquently, unable to breathe as a pair of arms wrapped around her in an iron grip, and her face was pressed against a coat.

“Thank Mahal, you are alive and well!” She heard the Dwarf speak, his voice strangely muffled.

“Th… Thorin?” Yrsa finally recognized him as his hand cupped the back of her head, pressing her into him.

“I thought I would never find you...”

“Is that really you?”

They spoke at the same time, and Yrsa suddenly noticed that her hand was pressed against his bearded cheek. She could feel the shards of ice under her palm. He definitely didn’t feel anything like a hallucination. Thorin was really there.

“It is me,” he murmured huskily.

“I thought you were… I thought the Orcs…” she started.

His azure gaze rested on her, making her heart flip, his hood was off, revealing his reddened cheeks, the noble line of his nose, and that sable mane of hair she remembered so well, and her knees weakened, and then she forgot about everything else and kissed him, ignoring the ice against her skin that covered his moustache. It didn’t matter. His touch was warm, oh so very warm, and his lips scorched her with passion as he claimed her mouth, and she responded with equal fervour, and there was that pleasant buzzing in her head, as if she was drunk on cider again.

“Yrsa… Yrsa...” her name left his lips between his intoxicating kisses, but she didn’t care, her whole body tingling with a mixture of disbelief and joy. Thorin was here now, alive, safe and sound, and she didn’t feel the cold nor the pain anymore, because she was in her blacksmith’s arms. No. In the king’s arms. She froze. And it had nothing to do with the blizzard outside.

“Yrsa, I need to know…” he muttered, their lips finally parting.

Her eyes traveled to the soft curve of his lower lip. The king’s lower lip. Words deserted her. What was she doing? Kissing the king, of all people?! Again? Was she out of her mind?! “Ursarusê… Where is she?” His words reached her, a soft murmur.

Oh.

“The babe is safe with my family,” She spoke carefully. By the way, how had it happened that she was now stuck between a certain Dwarf and the wall? Suddenly, Yrsa needed more breathing space.

“Thank Mahal the merciful!” Tho… the king, the King of Longbeards exclaimed.

“But what does it matter to you?” Yrsa frowned. Yrsa was sure she should have used some decorous kingly title at the end of that sentence, but she was too exhausted to come up with one. Oh, and by the way, her leg was starting to hurt even more.

“Yrsa…” he purred and gently pressed his forehead against hers. “How can you ask that? The babe is our gift from Mahal. I am going to take you to my halls and take care of you and the little one. I wish to…”

“What are you talking about?” She moved away.

“I am talking about Ursarusê, who else?”

“But it is I who found her in that forest, not you! What do you want with her?” Yrsa crossed her arms across her chest.

Now it was his turn to freeze. And pale slightly.

“Found… her?” Thorin uttered carefully. “So she is not…?”

His voice trailed off and then she finally understood both his puzzling concern from before, his insisting on making sure she would be safe together with the babe.

“Oh, by Mahal’s hammer,” she chuckled nervously, bringing her hand to her lips. “You didn’t really think that she was your child? And mine? What a silly idea!”

He responded with a grunt and stepped back, looking away. Without his support, she swayed, letting out a gasp of pain.

“Allow me,” the king said gruffly and made Yrsa lean against him. He quickly transported her to a bed near the well-lit hearth, making sure she sat down comfortably. She stole a glance at his face, his features schooled into an impenetrable mask. Stupid Yrsa. Stupid words, stupid nervous chuckling at the most inappropriate moment. Stupid leg. Stupid snow. Stupid blacksmiths that turn out to be kings. Stupid cider.

“Would you…” she cleared her throat and spoke in a tiny voice, studying the grey blanket on the bed. Suddenly, the woven pattern looked very interesting. “I… I think my ankle is swollen. I don’t think I can remove that boot on my own.”

He only nodded, crouching and helping her with the boot, never speaking a word to her. In different circumstances, with a Dwarf who was, for example, a blacksmith, only a blacksmith and not a king, she would probably turn the whole situation into a flirty joke, teasing him about bringing him to her feet, and they would both laugh, and everything would be fine again. Now however, shame burned her cheeks. An offended king on his knees (a king, for Mahal’s sake!), pulling a boot off the foot of some commoner, was not a funny story, not at all.

Yrsa had no other option but to focus on what she knew best and instructed the Dwarf (trying to forget that this was, in fact, a king) on how to take care of her sprained ankle. His movements were careful and efficient. The way he bandaged her told her that it wasn’t the first time he did a similar thing (even though he was a king and he probably had servants to do it for him!). When Thorin was done, he asked her about any other possible injuries and discomforts in a detached tone of voice, but she only shook her head.

“Get some rest now,” he rose, speaking to the wall above Yrsa and then turned to the hearth. With his broad back in the way, it took her some time to realize that he started preparing a meal. As her body warmed up, exhaustion caught up with her rather suddenly. The last thing she remembered was wrapping herself in her thick coat and resting her head on the pillow.

Thorin woke her up sometime later and presented her with a bowl of stew, a deep frown still etched on his face. As they ate, the silence painfully rang in Yrsa’s ears. It hurt more than her ankle.

“Ursarusê is a foundling. When I met you, I was on the way to Khaglâ-dûm. I wanted to find a good family for her there,” she tried, her words echoing against the walls of the cavern.

“But you did not,” the sounds he made resembled the grunts of a wild animal. A wounded animal. Stupid Yrsa. “Just as you did not go to the Longbeards’ Halls.”

“To… where?” That place was completely unfamiliar to her, and she thought she knew the Blue Mountains quite well.

“To the halls of my people.”

“Ah, you mean the place where your sister lives…? Thorinuldûm?”

The king flinched, “Not the most fortunate of names.”

“Then why did you name it this way?” Yrsa understood less and less. Wasn’t he supposed to be that vain, prideful king who established a city in his own name?

“I am afraid that I had no say in this matter,” Thorin shrugged uncomfortably, his voice rising slightly, like a murmur of thunder. “You, however… You never went to see my sister. I believed that… no matter. Do I understand correctly that you simply chose not to visit the place at all? Not to meet me again?”

He shook his head and focused on his stew.

Yrsa poked at a chunk of meat with her spoon.

“I waited for you at the gates of Khaglâ-dûm for as long as I could,” she put her bowl away, even though it was still half full. Her stomach was tied in a knot.

“We were delayed. The wagons needed to be repaired after the attack,” he spoke after a pause, his eyes on the food. “And there were wounded.”

“Your leg?” she recalled. “Was it…” “It is fine,” he interrupted her harshly.

Once again, that horrible silence filled the cavern, torturing her.

“I did not go to your sister, because…” Yrsa paused, gathering all her strength and trying to find the right words. “Because I had to think of Ursarusê. I wanted to reach home as soon as possible. I didn’t want to impose on your family. An unknown woman with a babe in her arms - that would mean two more mouths to feed. Besides, why would your sister, princess Dis, help someone like me? I’m a Firebeard, and only a simple herbalist.”

Thorin studied her for a long while. Yrsa shifted nervously under his gaze.

“She would help any person in need. My family knows hardships all too well,” he finally spoke.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Yrsa. Why has she forgotten all about the Sack of Erebor? He was a proud Dwarf, a descendant of Durin, and she had just hinted at his family being not only too poor to help her, but also too cold-hearted.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. Your majesty,” she finally recalled the correct title.

“Stop mocking me, Yrsa,” he gritted his teeth and stood up, empty bowl in his hand, his knuckles white.

“But… I’m not.” She was at a loss. It seemed that whatever she did on that day was wrong.

Thorin gave out a resigned sigh and approached her, stretching out his arm towards her.

Handing him her bowl, she stole a glance at his stone face, but his gaze was focused on the bowls in his hands.

“I do not understand you, Yrsa. First you… you choose me to spend a night with, and you seem to enjoy it, but afterwards, you disappear without a trace. Then we meet again, and you smile at me the same way as you did before, you promise to meet me, but you never do. Now you embrace me, teary-eyed, you kiss me, and then you push me away. What do you want from me, woman?”

Mahal, if he only knew. Shut up, Yrsa’s brain. There is nothing you should want from him. Thorin is a king. A king. Not a village blacksmith.

“Thorin, I’m… I’m sorry. You must think me a fool. You see, well, I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position,” her voice trembled slightly and she cursed herself. Stupid voice. “When I realized who you were, I didn’t want you to feel… obliged to anything.”

A sad chuckle rumbled in his chest, closer to a cough than a laughter.

“Is that why you left that wedding feast in such a hurry? Because you did not want anything from me so very badly?” Thorin spoke slowly and sat at the edge of the bed with a grunt, straightening his left leg.

Yrsa nodded, her ears burning. Why was he so bloody calm about it? Any other Dwarf would now shout, or growl, or stomp, or try to convince her to marry him because honor demanded it or something along these lines. But he just sat there with a frown, unmoving, like a piece of giant rock. And then he chuckled. How dare he? Giant rocks don’t chuckle!

“Is it so very funny?” she asked timidly. Her ears had to be on fire at that point.

“Oh, Yrsa. You are one of a kind. It seems that you always have to have it your way, doesn’t it?” he lowered his voice to a murmur. Low, velvety purr, like that dark wildflower honey she adored so much.

She gave out a helpless ‘hmph’ in response.

“If you do not wish to talk, at least allow me to speak the words I wished to say to you in Ash Creek,” he turned to face her, and there was a glint in his azure eyes, and it was so very not fair of him to have eyes like her favourite gems, sapphires.

“No!” She protested, backing away into the opposite corner of the bed. Oh sweet Mahal, it couldn’t be happening, not now! Couldn’t this Dwarf take a hint? This was not the time for THAT question, there was never a time for it! “No, there is no need to speak of anything! I do not need to hear it! Everything is fine! And besides… Besides, I'm tired!”

Yrsa gave out the most spectacular yawn in her life. She should have joined a theatre troupe with her skill.

Thorin rested his hand on the grey blanket that covered the bed. His fingers twitched.

“Very well, then. Let us sleep,” he rumbled. Yrsa didn’t understand why there was an amused spark in his eyes.

And then it dawned on her. There was only one bed in the cavern.

To be continued...

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sweetestberryofthebunch · 8 months

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https://youtube.com/shorts/FFW7RPHdbKk?si=VdfFPpWHuRb7K6DD

Honestly this

#me but i wake up like huh that was realistic af #being obnoxious and blue 💙💙

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 2 years

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Here's the thing with Eddy, she has said she's a Larrie, or she guesses she's an Ex-larrie now because she doesn't believe they're together now (she mentioned that in her stories). She is still a fan of Harry but seems to prefer Louis a little bit more since she doesn't go that crazy for Harry. She doesn't like it when people on her live talk about Larry or when people at the concert talk/bring something Larry related because she finds it disrespectful to Louis. She says that is a Louis concert and the only thing important in that moment should be Louis. She doesn't like it when people ask her about Harry/Larry because she's there to see Louis not to prove theories or headcanons. I always watch her lives and I understand the languages being spoken/commented, I know that many Larries on her live only bring Larry up because they know she gets mad about it and want to get a rise out of her. Today was her last straw, I guess. She was mad at the Larries at the concert because they were the ones changing the venue lights to green and blue and posting about it. But it was them the ones who were making the venue blue and green, not Louis or his team. Larries on her live started to talk about Larry and Liam and she got mad, then people started to talk shit about her because of it, which she understood because she has said that she understands English and since Spanish is very close to Italian she can understand some of it. She said that if people kept talking about Larry on her live she was going to block them because she can block whoever she wants or she was going to end the live. People started to ask the Larries to stop talking about Larry and to stop insulting Eddy because she was going to end the live and they wouldn't be able to see Louis, they didn't stop. She started to have problems with the signal and she ended the live and didn't restart the live. That's what happened. She has asked them multiple times to stop but they don't stop because they want to get her mad because they think is funny or whatever. If she didn't go live today for the show was either because her signal was very bad or because she had enough of Larries insulting her and disrespecting Louis. I know you didn't want to know but some of your followers might be interested because they don't know what really happened. Hope this didn't bother you.

Omg, this makes me fucking livid.

Livestreamers are doing us an important service. Without them, there is no concert footage, no Louis, no fun, no anything.

Why are Larries (and it’s ONLY FUCKING LARRIES) so obnoxious and selfish? Why do we all have to bend to their petty, juvenile little wars when it’s LOUIS’ SOLO TIME?

There’s never this fucking pettiness for Harry, you know why? Because HSHQ has made them little ignored bitches for Harry, competing against Harries who are the much bigger, much preferred fandom.

THEY ONLY MESS THINGS UP FOR LOUIS.

Okay and watching Krystle’s livestream with the fucking “Harry + Louis” and “💚💙” comments? I wanted to die of fucking secondhand embarrassment.

How are people so unaware how ugly and stupid they look to Louis’ crew?

#Larries #eddy_luciano

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themaridenstationchronicles · 2 years

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was answering my oc emoji ask game ask which forced me to actually read the whole thing so I am returning with vengeance because I want Joya and Cookie and the heart emojis (as many as you want/all of dem) 😏

My padawan, these are very sensitive things you are asking of about your space parents. That being said, I wanna answer all of them. 😉 (Feel free to change my thinking or correct me on any of this if you have another idea, Em. They are OUR children, after all.)

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

Joya: Definitely Cookie's flirting. 😏 Dude sure knows how to make her blush.

Cookie: Don't tell anyone but Joya's laughter. She thinks its loud and obnoxious but he loves it and its the easiest way for her to fluster him (not that she knows this, of course, or she would use it to her advantage).

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

I feel like both of them would want solidness and trustworthiness in a relationship. They want to know that the person they're putting their trust in is capable of handling that trust and not breaking it or their hearts. They also want good communication, which means lots of um... private time. To discuss... things. *cough*

Absolutely they believe in love at first sight. How else would they end up together? ;)

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they’re in love?

Joya: Of course she has a crush. He's right over there, the one wearing the clone armor and his hair in a man bun. Is it a noticeable crush? Yes, to her soldiers. To the Jedi council? No, thank goodness. And what changes? Everything. She's never been in love so this is all new to her, but she loves it. She loves HIM. Best thing that ever happened to her, honestly.

Cookie: Oh, boy, does he have a crush. He's never felt this way about anyone either, so being in love and a relationship is new to him, too. Probably the biggest thing that changes in him is he's found a new reason to keep fighting. Of course, his duty as a soldier is one thing. Fighting for the lives of your brothers is another, but fighting on the field to return to the arms of the one you love is something else entirely.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Joya: Words and touch. Wherever she can without other Jedi questioning her, she'll compliment him and thank him and simply talk to him just so that he knows she cares. Giving him a quick peck on the cheek before separating in the halls never hurt, either.

Cookie: Touch. Being in an army where he and Joya technically aren't allowed to be together doesn't leave a whole lot of room for open affections, but he likes to brush his fingers over her hand, or leave a lingering hand on her shoulder, or to bump his elbow against hers. Just little things like that help him communicate his love until they can find some time to be alone.

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn’t around?

Joya: Absolutely. She misses him badly. The longest they've ever been separated was a time when she and Emera got called to the Jedi Temple for some important Jedi business and ended up being gone for a week or two. It was the longest two weeks of her life. When Cookie isn't around, she's a little quiet. She still smiles and laughs, but her thoughts seem to be elsewhere.

Cookie: Oh, yes, he misses her when they're apart but he would never tell anyone but her that. He's the leader. He has to stay strong for his vod. He has to keep leading them and for the time being forget how much he'd rather be holding her in his arms than fighting these lousy clankers. Probably when she's gone for long periods of time, he gets a little gruffer than normal. The boys understand, thought, and don't jump on him too hard for it.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Joya: Definitely hugs. She loves the way Cookie's strong arms encompass her. Makes her feel safe and protected and happy.

Cookie: Joya's words. Whenever he's feeling discouraged or worried, he goes right to her. That's what partners in life are for, right? Someone you can turn to when the chips are down. Her advice always helps calm him down, and the gentle kiss she gives him afterwards doesn't hurt, either.

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

In the army, they have to be subtle. As long as they're around other people (not including the rest of the 420th who WANT them to show their affections for each other) then they have to keep it hidden. But give them five minutes and a quiet room where they can be alone...

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

I dunno... Em, do they do love letters? Short little encrypted messages that they leave for each other around the ship or whatever? I think that would be really cute. :) Sparks an idea for a story...

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

I don't wanna think about this because I don't wanna cry right now but I might as well get it over with.

I think that for both of them, if the other chose a different person it would devastate them. Like if Joya went after another man or if Cookie started trying to woo a different girl: heartbreak city. They trust each other completely and I think to see their partner choosing someone else would crush them.

I hope that these answers were satisfactory! :D I had so much fun thinking about these and NOW I HAVE IDEAS FOR STORIES AND ARTWORK BUT THERE'S NEVER ENOUGH TIME FOR ANY OF THEM!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Stupid reality...

OC emoji ask game

#jedi general joya kellet #joya kellet #master kellet #joya #joya x cookie #cookie #captain cookie #captain cookie of the 420th #the 420th attack battalion #romantic stuff #oc ask game #oc ask #ask game #emoji ask game

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aceghosts · 2 years

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all of hearts + blue xx

Thank you for this one! It turned out long and I had to put part of it under a read more.

[OC Emoji Asks]

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

Adrenaline.

I know this is meant to be a question about what gets their heart beating in a romantic sense, but Adrenaline literally always gets Blue's heart racing. Whether they jump out of a plane hundreds of feet above the ground, scale sharp mountainsides, or race down snowy slopes, Adrenaline always gets their blood pumping. Blue's partners enjoy the additional benefit of an extremely affectionate Blue high on Adrenaline.

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

I don’t know that Blue believes 100% in love at first sight, but they aren’t entirely willing to discount it either. I think if Blue encountered something close to love at first sight, they would believe in it.

Blue looks for a few key traits in their relationships. First, they appreciate a great deal of honesty from their partner. Blue wants to know what their partner is thinking; they don’t always appreciate being lied to or manipulated by their partner. Out of Blue's ships, I think Grace would be the most honest with Blue. Joseph is just cryptic as fuck.

Second, Blue requires a great deal of trust from their partner, and they’re willing to give that level of trust back. They live a dangerous life; Blue wants their partner to trust that Blue knows what they’re getting into. Blue also wants to trust their partner to know their own limits. I think Grace and Joseph are willing to trust Blue, but Joseph is definitely the worrier.

Lastly, I think Blue appreciates softness or emotional intimacy. They don’t want someone who is always guarded with them or always feels the need to be tough around everyone. Blue likes it when their partners are open about their emotions around them. I think Grace and Joseph are probably good at this, just in different ways.

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticeable? what changes when they’re in love?

Not always. Blue jokes a lot and is very touchy-feely with their friends. Most likely, no one would notice that Blue had a crush unless their crush was openly flirting back with them. There are subtle clues if you pay attention. Blue jokes get a little more flirtatious, starting out subtle in the beginning. Plus, they’re more affectionate than normal.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Physical Touch is their biggest love language, but Quality Time and Words of Affirmation are a close second.

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn’t around?

It does not appear so, but Blue definitely misses their partner easily. They’re a bit of a softie, so naturally, they’re always a little sad to see their partner go. However, they’re pretty much themself when their partner isn’t around. Blue understands that sometimes you spend time apart, and they try to take it in stride. If their partner is gone for a long time, Blue might get slightly mopey, but they can be cheered up, usually by Boomer or friends.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Hugs! Blue is a big hugger, and they always feel comforted by their partners hugging them. They’re also a big cuddler, which helps whenever Blue feels like they’re having an off day.

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

Blue is definitely a showy lover, but not in a typically obnoxious way. They generally like to hold their partner’s hand and will gesture wildly while holding their partner’s hand during a conversation. Blue will also kiss their partner on the cheek or sling their arm around a partner’s waist. However, they tend to keep it pretty PG. Blue never wants to make anyone uncomfortable.

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

Blue isn’t really a love letter writer. If anything, they might leave a sticky note or a folded piece of paper with a short note for their partner. The note would probably be reminding their partner of something important, and Blue would sign it as ‘Love, Blue’.

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

Besides the super obvious, I think it depends on the ship.

Joseph has done a lot of terrible shit already, and thus, I think Blue's threshold would be higher. I actually can’t be too specific about this one, because it involves a spoiler for Blue's canon, and I want to write this fic. Thus, I don’t want to give it away. Suffice to say, let’s just say it involves Jacob.

For Grace, I think if Grace defected to Eden’s Gate, that would break Blue’s heart. However, that would never happen and be really out of character for Grace. The only other thing that I think would break Blue’s heart is if Grace gave up. Like if Grace just decided to give up fighting the Peggies, I think it would break Blue’s heart, and they would feel kind of betrayed. However, I think they would try to respect that decision.

#kate answers asks #thank you for the ask!!!!#sorry this turned out so long!!#also Blue is just a huge softie and really just wants to shower their so with love #blue murphy

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xenotwink · 2 years

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Sounds like today isn’t going great, either? ):

Having a good friend group is so good for the soul tbh.

I’m sorry about your intrusive thoughts. Never know how to fix those. ):

About the thing- Emailed the place @ cephalopodvictorious mentioned and asked for instructions (the form mentioned to call a place for the professions not listed on the complaint sheet and the place called said to email and so yeah we’ll see when they reply), but I’ve written everything I remember and asked Mom if she remembered anything, but she reminded me I texted her the info even when we were sitting together because I didn’t want my little sisters to hear everything. So I have most of the info pretty easily available, I just need to know how to give it to them, y’know? Sorry for taking up so much room with this lmao.

Let us all know if you do start Hannibal. As aforementioned, it’s damn good, and it would be fun to hear what you think about it. It probably is very different to see it at work tbh, but you are your own judge for what is comfortable, definitely. Just wanted to give you my small piece, I suppose. 💙

Chocolate raspberry cake sounds delicious. Specifically vegan dessert? Pourquoi?

Perhaps a hot bath would help your back? Or even just a hot shower to relax a bit.

Chiss’ courting habits aligning with birds’ is a fantastic idea holy shit. I’m not usually one for a/b/o dynamics personally (not bitter or upset about other people liking it though, idk why some people are??), but this? This I would eat up, tbh. Genuinely, nice one, @/fairytrashmother !

Hey, hey, Blue? You’re a really cool and kind person. Just want you to know that. Watching you post about stuff you like is really fun, and you brighten my day a lot- it’s always nice to settle down and look through your page. I very much hope this week gets more positive for you soon and things get brighter. 💙

-💙📘🖋

I mean I just got a raise so it’s going a little better? My coworker is being weird tho so. Like. Idk. I don’t understand him. Sometimes he’s fun. But sometimes he’s a little mean? Idk.

I’m glad you reached out to them and are getting all that out there and that you have that info! I’m proud of you! It’s totally tough and obnoxious but that guy def cannot be allowed to continue with. Whatever sketch shit he’s up to.

I mean, Hannibal’s popular for a reason, right? I’ll see if I even have access to it on any of my streaming things lol.

I used to be allergic to both milk and eggs and so when vegan movement really hit its stride in like… 2008? That was very helpful for good stuff that tasted good and also did not murder my little baby tummy.

I need to go for walks and get out just a little more other than running around and being on my feet at work. That’ll help.

Bird a/b/o is very good and powerful and @fairytrashmother is so smart and I probably maybe will write it. We’ll see. I’ve got several wips.

And thank you for saying that ☺️ that honestly means a lot to me after those anons saying uhhhh the opposite of that. I really appreciate hearing that

💙💙💙

#💙📘🖋

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miriossunshine · 3 years

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Hello!👋🏽 may I request a student match up? I’m a petite straight female,♋️,enfp, enneagram 9w1. I’m a friendly, little bit clumsy and positive person! I’m curious by nature and a bit naive…

I enjoy being outdoors and go hiking! I’m responsible&organized. I can be passive aggressive and rarely angry. I like hanging out with ppl but at the end of the day, I like being alone, daydream and calm down. I love to laugh and I have a dry sense of humor & I quote vine a lot. I’m understanding and feel a lot, I want things to make logical sense. History, edm and art✨I’m pretty confident and don’t like drama, parties(too loud)or heights😖I don’t like to rush, and strive on routine. I always feel for the underdog and often feel misunderstood😞. A bit shy about love but I’m romantic and affectionate in private.

I always feel for the underdog and often feel misunderstood😞. A bit shy about love but I’m romantic and affectionate in private. I wish I could travel more because it’s puts perspective on life. I’m highly imaginative and I get so lost in my thoughts sometimes…

Oh! I have long straight black hair and brown skin with a round-ish face and kind eyes. My fashion is basic lol in a saturated color palette. I gravitate towards grey, white and blues💙those mom jeans, a grey turtleneck and my crescent moon necklace🌙 thank you so much😩

hi fellow cancerian!! 💗🦀 of course! ty for requesting!! i hope u like your matchup!~

i ship you with:

𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮!

ur relationship reminds me of kyo and tohru from fruits basket; clumsy and sweet girl x rough and tough boy >w< 💕

he lets you know that you’re allowed to be curious/daydream when you’re with him, bc he’ll protect you no matter what 😭💕

katsuki does tease you for your clumsiness tho so be prepared for forehead flicks and his obnoxious laughter when you trip or bump into things bdnsndmdnsnsn \(//∇//)\

the rest of 1a say that you guys are the definition of “opposites attract”, as you’re calm, approachable and rarely angry and katsuki is… well, the opposite!

hes so proud that ur his gf especially because you get along so well with his friends! your sense of humor matches the bakusquad’s pretty well. and even if he doesn’t understand the joke, he’ll crack a smile at the way you get the rest of the gang to laugh so easily💕💗💕 ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡💕💗

bakugou isnt very affectionate in public either! the most affection between you two is shared behind closed doors, where he allows himself to be more vulnerable and soft with you. he loves when you play with his hands; be it lacing your fingers together, or just admiring the callouses on his large palms. (〃ω〃)

you steal all his hoodies >< he acts like it bugs him but as soon as he turns around he’s blushing like crazy hehe >w<

u guys are so cute and everyone thinks you’re perfect for each other!!! 😭💕

#katsuki bakugou matchup #mha matchup #bnha matchup #mod honey #anonymous

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inaflashimagine · 3 years

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nooooooooo.... clearly we talked too much abt mahito, he curses everything he touches ☠️

ty!! congrats on finishing yours as well!

THE KFC REFERENCE IM DEAD since they’re purebloods, i bet they’re both convinced kfc is the pinnacle of muggle cuisine aslcjfjsmdksn and poor nanami walks by at the worst possible moment bc then they try to get him to settle their debate bc he’s muggleborn so he MUST know that gojo/geto (depending on who’s speaking) is wrong 😤 meanwhile, nanami is dying as he would never set foot in a kfc and how DARE THEY

gojo: ANYWAY nanami, i was just telling suguru here that the best menu option is—

geto, who probably exclusively orders off of the secret menu bc it’s Cool: their poutine obviously

gojo: THEIR CHOCOLATE CHIP CAKE

nanami:

nanami: neither of those have chicken in it

gojo: lol who goes to kfc for their chicken

geto: what he said

geto: you sure you’re a foodie? i can’t believe you don’t know this

gojo: bet he’s not even muggleborn lmao

gojo: fake muggle who’s never been to kfc LOL

sources today say that that was how geto and gojo became the new slytherin and gryffindor house ghosts 😔

i honestly saw him as slytherin too! mahito being there is part of it, but i think while he could feasibly fit in the other houses just fine, i see junpei as a case of being put into slytherin bc the house has qualities he values. like, i feel like he looks up to ppl who are ambitious (cough cough mahito) bc he’s never been particularly driven and he desperately wants smth to be passionate abt (besides movies) 🤔 also, i think his desire for control over his life seems v slytherin to me 👀 but that’s just my interpretation of his character!

omg that’s so good!! mahito being like ‘ahahahaha oops i forgot my bag in the transfiguration classroom i should go back and get it silly me 🤪’ and junpei like ‘um...... you have your bag right there, mahito-san’ but dude’s not listening, he’s already skipping & humming in the direction where reader and nanami are lmao, probably going extra slow too to see what they do w the extra time jfjdjsjjs he’s just toying w them at this point 😂 BUT GOD I LOVE HOW YOU INCORPORATED THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT 🥴 the castle rly went, i gotchu fam, since your friends suck at matchmaking 👌👌 i was thinking what excuse/apology reader would make and i think they’d be a combination of relieved, elated, and flustered & YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!! time for a Ravenclaw Brain Fart

reader, blurting out the first thing in their head bc wow they are so close to each other and wtf has nanami always been this broad????: well, we don’t have spacesuits, we’d asphyxiate

reader, as it slowly sinks in that they made a lame joke in front of their crush: ob.....vi..ous....ly....

nanami:

idk he’d either look in the camera the room of requirement has suddenly conjured for this moment or he’d be secretly amused

mahito as the tonks of the jjk cast, except he’s just super obnoxious abt his transformations and the stuff he turns into are only entertaining to him lmaooooo

i originally had a higher percentage but i didn’t want to curse our fellow future ravenclaws a life of Pain and Disappointment (yes, the disappointment will be yourself, sorry guys) 🤧 YES I AGREE!! 💙🤍 blue is my fav color, so i’m v happy with their color scheme! ☺️

i mean, if jjk managed to sneak one in, we can do it for the hp au too 😤 minus the tragedy ofc, but you never know, mahito might show up with a speedo ☠️ also, nanami wants to retire by the beach so yknow, we gotta Do It For Him it’s what he deserves!!!!!

damn, gojo going for the jugular 😂😂 but oh god, nanami thinking about it later, the way a curious (totally just a) friend would be, and the only guy he can think of is mahito LMFAO. normally he wouldn’t make a guess so far off like that, but he’s spending a lot of time with yuji and during their breaks, he’s always talking abt the latest manga he’s reading and how the tsundere (whatever that is) heroine should just admit that she doesn’t actually hate the male protagonist, but actually loves him and—

well.

mahito’s the only guy reader rly talks about so... (nanami pls suspect literally anyone else—haibara, gojo, EVEN SHOKO—you’re gonna embarrass yourself my guy)

HAIBARA KDDJJSAKSK

worst part is he was trying to look for nanami and reader (separately) to force them to dance together but in the end, he just ended up interrupting 😭

i thought the same! ever since you’ve been leaning toward hufflepuff!nanami, i was thinking the whole head boy + head girl situation would be a good substitute! 👍 oh and slightly off topic.... i know we have the kyoto students also in hogwarts, but todo would fit right in w durmstrang wouldn’t he 😂

oh you already know, nanami would be the guy who’d side eye snape apologists (sorry snape fans) LOL in the jjk canon, i can see him reading it growing up since the books came out during his childhood and just absolutely loathing snape 😂 he’s like 17, at jujutsu tech, haibara’s..... y’know, and he finishes the last book like ‘they expect me to excuse his mistreatment of literal children bc he died in the name of someone he loved??’ make it make sense author-san 🤨 like, i bet he was one of the first ones to realize that jkr wasn’t worth shit too 🤭

oooooo yes 👀 i love that that would open up junpei’s eyes to mahito’s true nature! by that point, he might’ve already bonded a little w yuji and feels betrayed that mahito would do that to someone so nice 🤧 maybe the triwizard tournament arc could be where junpei actually joins the jujutsu tech group, where he belongs 😭

LMFAOOOO why is nanami watching over yuji as he’s bombarded by press reminds me of that lawyer & defendant meme

like i know it should be a touching moment but

interviewer: how do you plead? (to breaking the rules and putting his name in the goblet)

yuji: [looks at nanami]

nanami: [mouths “not guilty”]

yuji: hot milky

gojo would end the tournament in less than 30 seconds 😂 my first thought on a co-champion was yuta but idec anymore, gojo ruining dumbledore’s day by winning the tournament so quickly is so funny to me

bro......... stop touching my ravenclaw heart like this 🤧 since they’re potions seatmates you already know they’d be shit talking snape together alsjdjsjajadh and it’s so sweet to include reader in the roast session even if they couldn’t physically be there 🥺 also, they’re study buddies and he’s familiar w their habits, so his little comments would be strategically placed in certain spots/topics where he knows reader would start losing focus AAAAAAAAA GET YOU A MAN LIKE NANAMI GOD IM SO SOFT FOR HIM

why are we on the same wavelength lmfaoooo i was gonna say nanami would give gojo the stale bread too 😂 and when he takes a bite and nearly loses a tooth gojos like I WANT TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER!!!1!1!1!1!! and nanami just deadpans i am the manager. but aw, haibara 🥺 it’s okay, he gets bread too! not as much as reader, but nanami’s a good friend, he wouldn’t do haibara dirty like that 😤 (reader may be book smart but sadly they don’t have v high emotional intelligence 😔)

lfjdjsjshdbsh that’s a huge honor, i would’ve screamed and returned back to it a day later bc id be so frustrated 🙈 in my case, i am staying up later than usual to reply back haha. it’s not as big of a deal as rewriting everything from scratch but while i do value my sleep a lot, this au gives me tons of serotonin as well 😌 and yes, fellow ravenclaw or ravenclaw anon works!! gotta show house pride 🤩

FELLOW RAVENCLAW💙 I'm sorry I'm late in responding, school was kinda hectic these past 2 days so it took me a while but know that this ask made me incredibly happy🥺

LMAOOO did we summon Mahito and his choatic evil energy?? Where's my patronus i know they only protect against dementors but she gotta do a better job of protecting me from Mahito he's just as bad afjdkls

(I'm gonna divide this into sections to make it easier to go through these when I start writing the drabbles hehe)

THE KFC...DATE?

THE KFC CONVERSATION IS SENDING ME. They would think muggle cuisine doesn't get better than KFC oh gosh.

"Neither of those have chicken in it." HAHAHA I don't blame Nanami for making those two the new Slytherin + Gryffindor house ghosts😌

Just for shits and giggles: Nanami is recounting this conversation with reader and reader says, "Wait, that chocolate chip cake and poutine sounds kinda delicious." Nanami, the foodie he is, is highkey judging reader and is questioning his friendship w/reader dfjkalsf.

But when reader visits Nanami during the summer and Nanami shows reader more parts of muggle life, he takes them to KFC on reader's last day (yes, he's willing to step foot in a KFC for reader) and buys them chocolate chip cake and poutine. And he buys chicken for the two of them bc fuck it, they're at a KFC it feels wrong not to get chicken. They actually have a really good time but as soon as reader returns home and talks about the 'KFC event' with Shoko, Shoko's like, "So you finally went on a date with him?" And reader immediately enters an endless spiral wondering if their time at KFC counted as a date or not.

(Years later, if/more like when reader ends up dating Nanami and asks him about this, he would refuse to consider their first date being at KFC pls Gojo and Geto would never let him live that down. Not to mention he thinks reader deserves the best muggle food not an 8 pc family fill up)

OH NANAMI YOU CLUELESS MAN (feat. Junpei and Mahito tidbits)

Oh I almost forgot to answer to the ravenclaw part lolol. LMAO we are our own worst critics but the color scheme is fire (blue is the nicest color among the four houses, no ifs, ands, or buts).

Yesss I totally agree with your interpretation of Junpei's character! I'll definitely make him Slytherin, then!

Mahito wishes he could be as cool as Tonks ajfkldsj. He would transform into the weirdest things. Idek what but they definitely would not be entertaining LOLL

And Mahito skipping and humming while reader is panicking omg YES. What a sadist🤧 he's like, "Might as well give them a ten-second start because they're gonna get caught anyway."

LMAO that castle is the ultimate matchmaker it's absolutely sick of seeing the mutual pining, it's like that "now kith" meme.

Ravenclaw brain fart ajfdklsfjadsfl I've def had my fair share of those. I feel like Nanami would certainly be secretly amused and try to hide a tiny smile as soon as he hears the joke (he's thankful the closet is dark). But when he realizes reader is freaking out even more bc it’s been tensely silent, he tries to make a joke that's just as lame to the point that it's not even a joke and doesn't fully make sense ("We might not have spacesuits but we have magical wands"). That breaks the tension and Nanami realizes how much he likes hearing reader's laughter🥺 (I'm so soft for this man oh my)

YES you just gave me approval for a beach scene so I'm including it. Anything to erase the saddest beach scene that we read in deathly hallows (Dobby's death made me SO sad ugh). Mahito in a speedo would cause so much eye damage LOLL I must include it. (Reader staring at Mahito in disgust and Nanami thinks reader is trying to check him out NOOO Nanamin). But yes, Do It For Him it _is _what he deserves!!

It’s summer once again (you can see how bad I want summer to come lolol), Gojo is throwing a bonfire party among friends near his family’s summer cottage (idek if this is a concept in HP but whatever jakldfs), and Nanami and reader somehow sneak out from the crowd and walk along the coast to talk about life, school, the future. Aka any excuse to just be alone and talk to one another. Nanami expresses his wish to retire by the beach and reader wishing they could immediately grant that for him. Poor mans just wants a normal life and he can't get it in jjk or hp afjkdlfjsd

hahah Gojo always goes for the jugular it's honestly a surprise reader is still alive by their 7th year. Gojo probably has a bet going on with Mei as to when reader and Nanami will start dating (so many chocolate frogs are riding on this, Satoru has to push those two to admit their feelings for one another before graduation or Mei is suddenly gonna be quite rich LOL)

LMAOOO Nanami would think reader’s crushing on Mahito pls. (Even after learning what reader smelled in Amortentia, Nanami would leap so many hurdles to make those scents connect to Mahito LOL). Probably asks Yuji if he can borrow that manga to analyze the heroine’s actions and confirm his beliefs.

I wouldn’t be surprised if reader once tried doing that “So I have a friend who likes someone...” convo with Nanami in order to gauge his reaction/see if _he _has anyone he’s crushing on. Nanami would be smart enough to understand that the ‘friend’ = reader, but would also be oblivious enough to think reader is crushing on Mahito, so Nanami (reluctantly) gives good advice on how to confess their feelings for Mahito. And reader is like WHAT but they also don’t want to fully correct Nanami because that would mean confessing their feelings for Nanami. So reader just has another Ravenclaw brain fart and probably says they’re crushing on Geto or Gojo and poor Nanami is so confused and slightly jealous lol I live for the slow burn. Meanwhile, Gojo or Geto find out about this and are having a field day with it and intentionally flirt with reader in front of Nanami just to stoke the flames LOLLL

HAIBARA LMAOOOO. The poor guy is trying to help them but does the opposite I LOVE IT. This is why the castle/room of requirement is a better wingman😌

TRIWIZARD AND OTHER POTENTIAL SCENES

Todo is actually perfect for Durmstrang OMG that’s happening thank you. I also feel like Sukuna and Toji give me Durmstrang vibes as well (I believe I’m just fitting all the super buff guys into Durmstrang I’m cackling)

Yes I love this hc that Nanami read the HP books in the jjk verse and questioned so many things (especially after Haibara’s ***** 🤧). LMAOOO Nanami would be the first to realize that jkr isn’t worth shit and this is one of many reasons why I am so so soft for this man.

Junpei joining the jujutsu tech group during triwizard tournament arc is exactly what I was thinking of doing!! The boy deserves a happy ending haha Akutami who’s laughing now

The lawyer and defendant meme LMAOOOO that’s freaking perfect omg I wheezed so hard thank you. Now the idea of Yuji saying “hot milky” and Nanami’s pained expression is something I can’t stop thinking about hahaha

OOH Yuta as the champion is an idea!! Since the tournament only allowed 17+ y.o. I was considering making reader’s class the ones eligible to participate (so Yuta would be younger). But also considering how the manga is going rn I want happy Yuta + Yuji moments LOL. However, Gojo ruining the tournament and_ _Dumbledore’s day is hilarious (yet another case of Dumbledore "calmly” mentioning a student’s name/Gojo’s name haha).

YES Nanami knowing exactly where and how to write the comments is making me clutch my heart UGH HE IS TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD I CANT. I’d do anything to listen Nanami shit-talk a prof PLS. And you know how he says “Work is shit”? I need him to say “Hogwarts is shit” HE WOULD NOT HOLD BACK FDJKLSDJ (bc if we’re gonna be honest, the wizard world is so outdated. idk what time period I’m gonna set the drabbles in but if it’s in the 2000s I just know Nanami would hate using a quill instead of a pen, or the fact that he can’t use other muggle technologies at the school LOL. Initially learning how to adapt to the wizard world is a lot of effort for him rip.)

Speaking of muggle technology, this just popped into my head but when reader visits Nanami during the summer, Nanami teaches them how a cell phone works jaskflfdjl (reader learned about it during muggle studies but actually using it is a different story). Reader becomes addicted to some gaming app (not me thinking about Pokemon Go or Candy Crush lol) and Nanami literally has to pry the phone out of their hands. Idk I just find this amusing and reader prefers the front-facing camera to the wizard’s moving pictures and takes a bunch of selfies (and some pics with Nanami) on his phone and he definitely doesn’t keep them and look at them from time to time especially when he’s missing her during the summer what no what are you talking about

“I am the manager” HELL YES NANAMI ugh such a power move kick him out, too!! Oh yeah he’ll definitely give Haibara free bread and it won’t be stale either lolol.

I love how we were on the same wavelength you make my brain wrinkle so much as I read these asks I’m forever indebted to you

Ahh I hope you got sleep though (you know Nanami would want you to get those 8 hours)!! Thanks once again for sharing such lovely thoughts, hope you have a good day or night, fellow Ravenclaw🥺

#vanessa rambles #jjk x hp au #long post #long ask #my answer is SO LONG SORRY #but as soon as i read these i get extremely excited you have no idea #ravenclaw anon💙📘#this whole week has been nanami brain rot as it should be hehe #nanamin rights😌

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