#did i make a twin peaks art tag ?

[sigmabateman]

thank you so much @velvetcrowbar444 for tagging me to talk about 5 things im obsessed with at the moment!!

this got longer than i anticipated so im putting it under the cut, but for simplicity's sake i'll tag people up here: @nights-decay, @boycentriccplot, @flaming-tsunami, @sourgelatin no pressure though of course!

persona 5... ok i have to be honest ive been really reluctant to talk about this on here and its why ive been quiet the past at least week or so. no idea why. i guess cause its so different from the stuff i usually post about that i feel like, embarrassed? but i started playing persona 5 royal around may and really liked it but i didnt have the time to properly get into it until now and it has completely taken over my life entirely without me even realising. to be honest i could obsess over like a rock on the ground if i saw it at the right time in my life but hands down persona 5 is one the best if not the best game ive ever played in my life. the story is engaging, the characters are distinctive and realistic and i really really care about all of them, the gameplay is so much fun and combat is buttery fucking smooth like nothing ive ever played before, the music is top tier and what got me interested in the game in the first place, and the ART DIRECTION. it speaks for itself to be honest ESPECIALLY compared to the older games. i was shocked starting persona 4 because of how different it is to persona 5 like, persona 5 has SUCH a distinct visual identity as well as tone, themes, imagery etc it is all just so stunning and perfect and i want to live in it. but i think about it so often like literally 24/7 that i may as well be. i <3 persona 5 and i <3 YUSUKE KITAGAWA. he's definitely my favourite character and he came out of NOWHERE but hes actually everything in the world to me. one of the characters ever.

persona 4 is it a copout to say that? i did try and condense both games into one bullet point but 1. they're such a mainstay in my life right now i was struggling to think of more points and 2. it kind of lost its precision and didn't effectively convey just how personapilled i am right now. i originally wasn't gonna play 4, all i knew is that it was more difficult and less good so i thought i should stay away. but if you go anywhere persona-related on the internet (which i would warn against, the fandom is a fucking cesspit the likes of which i havent seen in a long time as an obscure-shit-enjoyer) you'll quickly run into adachi. and as a lover of men with high-pitched voices and sexypedia entries... i couldn't stay away. before even starting the game i had made a d6 and d20 with different adachis on each face so really it was just a matter of time. and you know what... it's not that bad. the graphics were a SHOCKING step down but i find the low(er) poly style really charming. the adachi model is too cute T_T whenever i see it in the game world i just wanna sit with it for ages. i wonder if i could get it like 3d printed so i could keep him on my desk with me at all times... its bad for me ! the combat is fucking clunky espeically compared to 5 and i kind of hate it but that just makes it more rewarding when i can finally stop LOL. some of the characters (especially the main few (yosuke, chie, yukiko)) took a bit to grow on me but its kind of sweet.. its like authentic.. our relationship is growing as i get to know them better... but dojima and nanako ive loved since i first set eyes on them. too cute. it makes me feel so fatherless. its like.. a lot more magnetic than i expected it to be. i love it even with all its flaws. i saw a meme about it being like twin peaks and thats kind of so real. and you know i love a murder mystery... so yeah tldr i like persona now. but its hard to talk about it on here because it is such a big fandom but not like an active one like spiderman or like good omens or whatever slightly more normal people are watching so its kind of intimidating. maybe ill get over myself, maybe ill go silent for 3 months until i get into something new. we'll see i guess LOL

my gender identity TUMBLR MOMENT I KNOW but i dont know.. ive had a lot of time to myself recently and its kind of brought things to the surface that i just didnt have time or space to think about before. turns out there was a LOT OF STUFF i was repressing without even knowing. like that tweet 'im probably nonbinary but i have a job so idrc about that rn'. i posted on instagram "gender around cis people: boy, gender around trans people: girlboy, gender by myself: computer program" and that kind of sums it up i think. can i coin like.. complicatedgender. where your answer to the question "whats your gender?" is "it's complicated..." cause thats me. its just COMPLICATED okay!!!! but my pronouns havent changed or anything so its chilllllll

going to bed at a reasonable time. i phrased that like a joke answer but its true. i downloaded pokemon sleep and now i go to bed at 11:30pm cause at 11 i get a notification saying my pokemon are sleepy and shit i gotta take care of my pokemon!! i dont even know if its doing me any good to be honest like i dont feel much better when i wake up but making myself get into bed and shut my eyes means more thinking time and to be honest my favourite activity is thinking. even if as silly as it sounds i never give myself time to do it. its playing a weirdly big role in my life rn so yeah id say im obsessed with it!!!

this asmr video. im secretly always posting about asmr so really i could just say that, but like, ASMR | The Mortician (No Talking – You're Dead) specifically is such a mainstay i can feel its influence seeping into my life like an infection. this video would actually show up in my recommended for YEARS but i never watched it. gave me a major ick for some reason. but then i got into this guys stuff and saw it again and thought id give it a go and now its like an extra limb. fuck my 3rd bullet point, this is my gender identity. i could not articulate in words what it is about the mortician that i love so much, but i really really do. i am certifiably obsessed. cant believe i made it through this whole thing without mentioning alex. but there you are. yay this was fun :D

#tag game

[fulgurantfirstborn]

{{𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!}}

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Burnt orange, dandelion yellow, sage green, teal, and stormy blues seem to make up most of my wardrobe at the moment.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Tangy and savory so I am definitely someone who loves red sauce pasta dishes... Lemon is also a good tang that I've enjoyed with chicken especially. When I want something to drink, though, I want something acidic, but not necessarily hella sour nor sweet. Apple cider and tangerine juice have consequently been recent niche favorites (and healthier alternatives to the Pepsi I would otherwise get).

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: Usually indie rock or chill electronica, but I also like retrowave and classic funk/disco music. Late 90s and early 00s grungy rock has been growing on me too. Video game soundtracks (Monster Hunter, Blasphemous, Street Fighter, etc.) have sometimes been on repeat for hours specifically whenever I have time and energy for drawing something.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): Treasure Planet, forever and always.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: In terms of manga and anime, I like anything by Junji Ito, King of Thorn, Fullmetal Alchemist, Dorohedoro, and Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. I also like webcomics such as Cursed Princess Club and Gunnerkrigg Court. When I read physical books more extensively, I really enjoyed the Edge Chronicles. Otherwise, though I loved Regular Show and other Cartoon Network series, I don't really follow television anymore.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: "König oder Feigling," the musical theme for Ed from Street Fighter 6.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Haven't really been watching anything nowadays. Recently did watch some episodes of Twin Peaks whenever my roommates were watching it though! Very cinematic and atmospheric and I love the opening theme too.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: Spirited Away.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: Lots of children's books and then academic literature about child development, grief and bereavement, and the therapeutic potential of play and the creative arts. I would like to read more chapter books again, but the two books I checked out haven't been yet cracked open: Journey to the West and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: Not watching anything currently, but I would love to watch Dungeon Meshi on Netflix!

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Graduate student work... This semester is my first internship so I am juggling that with schoolwork and part-time work at my neighborhood childcare center. I have been thoroughly enjoying my teaching experiences with younger children because they are literally the funniest age group ever, besides middle schoolers.

Tagged by @hexenjagd

Tagging... whoever hasn't yet been tagged!

#txt #ooc #grad student life yippee...

[draagu]

you'll never guess what i did today

(outer wilds!)

i beat the game! haha >:D

and wow! i dont really think i have the words to describe how i feel after all that ghsad

it was all so surreal and just amazing

but! ill start with the rundown of what i did today :)

started by going to the nomai graveyard in the dark bramble, it wouldve been nice to have actually gone there before my first venture to the vessel but i managed i suppose

then went to the vessel to try out the coords, but surprise surprise it wasnt powered. I was able to make the "theres more the explore here" thing go away though, so that was a good sign

then went back to the ember twin and finally went to the lakebed cave. i had already found out myself the whole being in the dark + quantum stuff thing but it was nice to officially learn it i suppose. also the skeletons in there are silly

then! went to the ash twin in my attempts to make it inside the ash twin project. came to the conclusion that it was probably with one of the towers based off what i read about the warp pad in there and lo and behold, i waas right

really cool stuff there! but you know what the coolest part was? the advanced warp core of which i of course snatched.

this was the point where i was like, yeah, this is it

soo shoutout to good awesome wonderful fren drama (hi! if you are reading this :D), they wanted to watch me complete it.

but first! they helped me out with the quantum moon and the sixth location, and wow! was in the hopes i would be able to talk to a nomai somewhere during the very beginning, and my wishes came true. now i have 1/6 of a new fren and had some nice conversations

after a little interruption, is was time to beat it!

got the warp core again, went through hell, powered up the vessel, entered the coords, and bam, the eye of the universe

again, wow :'D

really had no words for what i was seeing at the time, and still don't, it was just amazing

per request of fren i shot my little scout buddy up first and then cannonballed my way through after it

seeing the museum again, being in the woods, seeing all the supernovas, gathering everyone together for one final song ouhgheasdeffhsas,,,,,

and then we start anew!

im just, wowed, by absolutely everything. i may not be able to verbally express it audibly or with text, but, just, it was awesome man

i see why everyone wishes they could play the game again for the first time, it really is a peak example of one of those games

but hey, i got to see everything-besides hollows lantern but we ignore that um- and im just glad i played the game in the first place

after everything, drama helped guide me to the silly endings-which. truly, the kazoo credits were the most emotional song- met myself and screamed at myself, n broke the fabric of reality twice!

all n all, amazing game, will be forcing all my friends to play it

umm expect some art of it most likely, unsure how spoilering it will have to happen so if anyone has any recommendations besides tags do let me know

and see you next time for the dlc! :)

@dramaticuser hiya if you wanna see

#outer wilds spoilers #dragugames

[lovejustforaday]

2022 Year End List - #4

¡Ay! - Lucrecia Dalt

Main Genres: Experimental

A decent sampling of: Dark Jazz, Chachacha, Art Pop, Electroacoustic, Minimal Wave, Bolero, Ambient Pop, Darkwave

Golly, that is some list of genre tags, huh?

Okay so this one was a bit of a late entry. Well, actually it was a very, very late entry. Meaning, I first listened to this maybe a little over a week before I started really writing the year end list. But holy crap did this ever take me by surprise.

Like many of my more esoteric discoveries, I found out about this record by religiously browsing the rateyourmusic.com yearly charts for some interesting genre tags and musical anomalies.

What else can I say? This one simply called to me, all while having no idea who Lucrecia Dalt was at the time.

Unfortunately, Spanish language alternative music does not tend to make big waves in the music hipster spaces of the Anglosphere (unless your name is Arca or Rosalia), especially something this caliber of, well, weird.

Or rather, I would say that, but then I later discovered that this was actually The Wire’s album of the year. So clearly some people in the Anglosphere have been paying attention.

But who is this mysterious artist who I speak so highly of having only known of her for a month?

Lucrecia Dalt is a Colombian musician based in Berlin, who composes music that incorporates a good mix of experimental genre infusions and sounds. Her tastes are eclectic, idiosyncratic, and iconoclastic. She also seemingly really likes earth, mountains, geography, geology, and just science in general.

On her latest project ¡Ay!, Lucrecia Dalt delivers the music of the American tropics, but highly deconstructed from the inside of a mysterious echoing cave, with eerily soft synths and strange electroacoustic modulations. The entire record is positively dripping with a dark, damp, and fluid atmosphere that is wholly captivating. I feel like there is an entire ecosystem of tiny undiscovered organisms living inside this record.

The album opens with the arresting calm of “No tiempo”, a hair-raising work of softly fluctuating organ, minimal percussion, and a clarinet that eases the listener into a sort of spellbinding daze. Strange droplets of vibrant sonic colours make tiny twinkles across the gaze of the mind’s eye as this tune slowly takes a firm hold of the listener’s imagination.

This leads into “El Galatzó”, a soft-spoken word piece accompanied by bass and trilling flutes, and an ode to the almost supernatural properties of magnetic fields and the beauty of the Puig de Galatzo summit.

“Atemporal” plays like the most uncanny chachacha music ever, as if it were the backdrop to a Cuban ballroom dance that took place in the extradimensional ‘red room’ from Twin Peaks. Bizarre in the most pleasing way.

“Contenida” is an ambient whisper of dark jazz, with a smooth upright bass and airy “oohs” and “aahs” that reverberate off of what sounds as if it were massive cave walls surrounding the entire song. The track ends with some really fascinating danzón percussion, filtered through thunderous electoracoustic production.

The penultimate “Enviada” is a magnificent climax, indeed the greatest musical climax on any record this year. The omnipresent, creeping tension of this bolero-meets-minimal and darkwave track delivers on all of the promising pitch dark atmosphere that the record slowly, subtly hints towards. This culminates in an infernal jazzy beat drop that bursts into a dazzling show of glowing blue sonic flames. All the while, Dalt is singing about the triumph of eternity over time itself. An unforgettably chilling experience all around.

The album closes with a leisurely instrumental ditty simply titled “Epilogo”, featuring a rotary organ that fades in and out of subtle modulations that serve to make the song ever so slightly off. The final notes are that of decaying, shambling clarinets which excellently ties together all of the restless, uneasy vibes that this record gives off.

Not everything here sticks with me. There are one or two spots on some of the other tracks that don’t necessarily contribute to the atmosphere in a way that moves me nearly as much as a song like “Enviada” or “No tiempo”, and there are a few instances that feel like repetition of greater moments on the record.

But overwhelmingly, I am deeply immersed in this album. ¡Ay! is the most oddly engrossing record I’ve heard this year, and Lucrecia Dalt is some kind of musical magician fooling all of us with her fascinating audio tricks. And I, at least, am more than happy to be caught in her spell.

9/10

Highlights: “Eniviada”, “No tiempo”, “Contenida”, “Atemporal”, “Epilogo”, “El Galatzo”

#Lucrecia Dalt #Ay #¡Ay! #Experimental #Chachacha #Dark #aoty #2022 #list #year end list #album review #music review #best music

[el-im]

coop sketch 

#dale cooper #did i make a twin peaks art tag ? #no but ill go back and tag that painting retroactively #twin peaks art #i fucked up the other half of this (rip sheriff truman) so i.. dont.. want to finish it #also having a really weird. art day. you can see how badly my hand was shaking if you look at that line to the right #which is the brim of truman's hat #i was already feeling sort of weird then was like. maybe... a little coffee will help... #because i am an idiot #my not art #all art #anyway. no art today. rip. its been a weird few weeks sorry for the. lack of drawings :(

[bearriebelliejam]

"Hit One Where One Lives"

Summary ↳ Atsumu has had feelings for you since the day you've met, and he's always had trouble controlling his urges.

Words ↳ 1,566

Tags ↳ 18+, NSFW, characters above legal age, descriptions of NSFW fantasies, no actual fucking, atsumu is horny, mentions of high school days, angst but only like a couple sentences

A/N ↳ ahh I'm so sorry this is short and got cut off, but if you guys like it and want more please lmk!!

hit one where one lives

hit (one) where (one) lives

To affect one on a personal or intimate level.

People by nature only care about an issue if it hits them where they live.

Atsumu Miya was good at a lot of things.

Setting, spiking, serving, receiving, and bargaining for discounts on fatty tuna.

But one thing that Atsumu could never, ever bring himself to perfect was the art of conveying his feelings properly. It was something Osamu had confronted him about during their early high school years, recognizing his twin’s coping mechanism to protect him from his own self-destructive thoughts. A strained smile and bottles of bright yellow hair dye could only do so much for the rather eccentric Miya twin, something his brother had warned him would lead to burnout by his early 20’s. Atsumu, at the time, would only laugh it off, claiming that his inquisitive behavior was more stalkerish than affectionate.

This was until Atsumu had cost Inarazaki their spot in the nationals during his first year. He had never considered himself to be someone with butter fingers, in fact, he prided himself in his setting skill. Too much sometimes. Atsumu’s scalp felt raw from how his fingers dug into his hair, pulling at the obnoxiously dyed strands as fat tears rolled down his cheeks. It felt juvenile. He was in high school now, he had no reason to be mourning over such a stupid mistake.

Atsumu flinched lightly when the cool condensation of a plastic water bottle hit his calf, feeling the Air Conditioning in the now almost empty stadium blowing against the wet spot on his leg. Maybe he was dreaming, he thought, looking into the slightly glossy eyes that bore back into his. Yep, definitely dreaming. Little did he know those eyes would be the focus of his J/O sessions for the rest of his life.

His breath caught in his throat as your rosy cheeks swelled with your smile, although empathetic. It was too much of a foreign feeling to him. You were just doing your job, being the one and the only manager of a team as arduous as Inaraziki- in the same grade as him, no less- meaning that you had to sniff out each and every demanding member. Atsumu didn’t think he could ever forget how you sat next to him that day, softly rubbing the area between his shoulder blades and whispering soft words of encouragement as you helped him pop the lid on his bottle. You admitted to him about how even though you barely knew shit about volleyball, you could tell from the way his teammates and captain regarded him after the match that it wasn’t his fault. That night, after walking you home and waving you off down your driveway, Atsumu felt a foreign feeling rising in his chest.

This feeling would only continue to grow over the next four years.

Whether it be the way you had to clutch your knees every time he made you laugh too hard, the way you’d sneak a pudding to him during the mornings where your classes lined up, or the way that you’d both pull some sort of immature prank on his disgruntled brother. It was safe to say that you two were super close. But not in the way that Atsumu wanted you to be. Alongside every little detail that made you a great friend, there were way too many details that made you desirable. That time during the summer when it got so hot that you stripped yourself of your short sleeve for a tank top that accentuated every one of your curves still keeps him up at night. Not to mention the form-fitting elastic shorts that hugged your ass so right that even the newbies on the team couldn’t help themselves from trying to sneak a peak.

This would continue up until graduation, where Atsumu opened the door to your very teary-eyed and very emotional-looking self. Your eyes were brimming with tears, and he didn’t think those delectable swollen cheeks of yours could puff out any more than they already were. With shaky hands, you lifted the slightly crumpled piece of paper up to your chest. The thick black letters of ‘MSBY’ must have grown fists and hit him in the gut because before he knew it, he was lifting you a foot off the ground with an enthusiastic spin.

--

Fluffy white cotton surrounded Atsumu’s vision as he dried his hair from the shower, letting out a long sigh of relief at the feeling of his muscles relaxing after such a long practice session. It was the off-season, and the MSBY Black Jackals were taking the time off doing what they always did. Play volleyball. Obviously not to the extent as they would during the actual season, but every moment spent not doing something productive was a second basically submitting victory to the other team. That’s how Bokuto put it at least, before ultimately spraining his wrist from going too hard on the dumbbells. Safe to say both Coach and Akaashi were not happy.

“Hey, Omi-om, you should totally let me borrow that body spray you got.” Atsumu didn’t typically wear any sort of cologne, but the way you had him bend down to your level to smell his shirt collar after Kiyoomi’s scent wafted onto him was the result of a long sleepless night for him.

“Get your own, Miya.” Kiyoomi scoffed, rolling his eyes as he threw on his MSBY brand sweater. Atsumu pouted, quickly forgetting about every single one of his surroundings as he saw his phone light up with your contact name, your photo staring back at him expectantly. He had taken the photo when you had dragged him to the mall with you once, having slid a 20-yen coin into the slot of a mechanical bull riding machine. He had found it amusing at first, the way you had desperately grasped at the horns of the animal as it began to speed up, but his laughter was caught short. His eyes had trailed down your back that was arched suggestively off the saddle, hips moving with the steady bucking of the machine-

“Shit-” Snapping himself out of his erotic memory, he quickly clicked the green ‘answer call’ button. “Hello?” “Atsumu, are you almost done getting ready yet?” Your voice alone was enough to ease the tension building inside of him, shoulders relaxing as he let out a low chuckle.

“Why, missing my pretty face?” He could at least acknowledge that he only flirted with you to try and ease the urges growing inside him, he wasn’t that stupid. It was also partially because of the way the tips of your ears would redden at his sly comments, but you would always brush it off as being part of his play-boy-like personality. If only you knew how much he wanted to change that.

“I’m missing that your pretty face isn’t hurrying the hell up and getting in my goddamn car.” The teasing lilt to your voice did nothing to prevent the way his chest swelled when you called him pretty, a stupid, joyous smile spreading on his lips.

“Alright, alright, hold your horses. I’ll be right out.” You blew a raspberry into your phone, Atsumu giving one of his own before hanging up and grabbing his gym bag.

Nudging open the locker room door with his side, Atsumu had to force his dick from twitching in his shorts as he witnessed the sight in front of him. You were bent over the reception desk of the college gym, talking to the lady behind the desk as you fiddled with the heel of your stiletto. His eyes traced the way the fabric of your skirt hugged down your thighs. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. Discreetly making his way up behind you he shot the desk lady a wink with a finger over his lips, receiving a gulp and small nod from her before turning back to you.

“And that’s when I told Coach, we need to stop letting Bokuto near the equipment when he’s having one of his emo-” A dramatic squeal ended up finishing your little rant as Atsumu’s muscled arms hooked under your shoulders and yanked you off the floor. In the midst of your flailing, you caught a glimpse of bleached blonde hair in your peripherals. “Atsumu Miya set me down this instant!” Although your face was contorted in frustration, the laughter that slipped between your words disclosed your amusement.

The specific position that Atsumu had you in reminded him of one of the fantasies he had of you once. Your breath hot against his cheek as he plowed into you from behind, strong hands caressing the bulge that appeared in your stomach whenever he bottomed out. He would feel the sweaty slap of your ass against his pelvis with every harsh thrust, cries escaping your lips at the feeling.

“Atsumu?” You looked over your shoulder at the athlete in confusion. Realizing that he had spaced out, Atsumu mentally slapped himself as he smirked and set you down. “Sorry, sweetheart, got lost in thought.” He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to act casual, which was not missed by the reception lady as she grabbed her jacket and left the office, clearly sick of the flirting. A familiar smile spread across your cheeks, ears tinting in the way that made his cock twitch in his shorts, this time failing to conceal it. “Your place tonight, right?”

“You know it.” You giggled. This was going to be a long night for him.

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#bearriebelliefics #atsumu miya smut #miya atsumu smut #atsumu #miya #atsumu smut #osamu #osamu smut #miya twins #miya twins smut #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu smut #haikyuu smut fic #inarizaki #inarizaki haikyuu #inarizaki smut #kita #aran #suna #my adhd was so bad while writing this

[djjarins]

pta and pb&j’s: first day (single dad! javier peña x f! teacher reader)

summary: single dad javi prepares his twins, Sophia and Lillie for their first day of kindergarten - finding it a little hard to let them go - meets their new teacher - who has some words of advice for him.

warnings: mentions of anxiety/javi's former job, single parenting stress and anxiety

a/n: this is the first part in my series, pta and pb&j’s! i’m so excited for this one, with the reader being a cute, young kindergarten teacher who has a huge crush on mr. peña. i’m not sure how many parts i’m going to do yet, but i know it’ll be a few. let me know if you wanna be tagged in upcoming parts, and as always reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated!!🤎

"Good morning my angels, its time to wake up," Javi whispers, gently shaking the arms of his twin daughters. Their two twin beds sit parallel to one another, separated by a small bedside table with a lamp, the small light illuminating the pink room. The room sits nice and tidy, except for a few stray dolls on the floor near a bin of other toys, but Javi can’t find himself to be mad about the small pile of Barbies.

Sitting gently on the edge of one of the beds, he makes sure to not knock over any of the meticulously organized stuffed animals spread across the fluffy comforter. Looking down, Javi sees in his younger daughter, Lillie’s arms sits the small, gray stuffed bunny rabbit he gave her and her sister the day they were born, the long floppy ears peaking out and hanging over her blankets.

Looking over to the other bed, he sees Sophia, the older of the twins, has the matching white bunny in her arms as well. He lets out a chuckle at his girls - they were heavy sleepers - quite the opposite of himself.

He always thought they’d come running to his room during a storm, but they always managed to make it soundly through the night, and that it was him who could never fall back asleep. He was jealous of them in that way, most nights not being able to sleep due to the racing thoughts in his mind. It was nothing to worry about, just normal things regarding his job here back home and anxiety over other things. Javi sighs at the sight of his baby daughters, hating that he has to wake them up.

"Girls, we can't be late for your first day of kindergarten!" The former DEA agent says softly, breaking out into a smile as his girls begin to open up their eyes, letting out small yawns before jumping up to wrap their small arms around their father, pulling him into a hug.

The stuffed bunnies drop to the side as Javi picks them up in his arms, swinging them around playfully, before placing them down and bringing his fingers to one of their sides, Lillie letting out loud giggles as he tickles her.

A few seconds later Javi drops his arms from Lillie's sides and switches to Sophia, her laughs echoing across the room as Lillie tries to “stop” her dad by lightly pushing at him, her laughter joining her younger sister’s. A moment later Javi jumps up to his feet and makes quick work of making his way over to their closest, picking up the uniform tops and skirts and bringing it over to the ends of both beds. He sets aside their backpacks, which the trio had packed the night before along with their lunches, making sure to place it near the door so they don’t forget it.

Turning back to face his daughters, he kneels down so he can be at eye level with them. “While you get dressed do you wanna pick out what braids you want me to do for you both?” he asks softly, nodding to the small American Girl Doll book on Lillie’s desk that features all different styles of braids and updo’s.

Javi prided himself on working through almost every style within the purple book, practicing on the girls or on one of their dolls when they are asleep or at daycare. Many nights have been spent following youtube tutorials leading up to the first week of school - what can he say, he wants to get this right. He can proudly now say that he has mastered the art of braiding.

Lillie’s voice snaps him back to reality. “Ok dad,” she smiles, moving to grab a jacket from her dresser, “can you pretty please make us pancakes?” Sophia asks, flashing her signature “puppy dog eyes” which make her father weak every time.

At 5 years old, they already have him wrapped around their fingers. He can’t even imagine what it will be like when they get older.

"Of course I can!" Javi laughs, leaning his hand down to playfully ruffle at both of their hairs. "Anything for my princesses.”

Walking out of their room, Javi makes his way down the hallway and the stairs towards the kitchen, quickly looking at the time and making a mental note of when to leave. He doesn’t want to be known as the dad who brought his kids to school late on the first day. He’s heard that some of the moms at this school can be a little gossipy, and that’s the last thing he needs right now.

Once in the kitchen, Javi reaches up into the cabinets and grabs the dry ingredients and a bowl to start up the pancake mixture. Opening up the fridge, he grabs the wet ingredients and some strawberries to serve on the side.

But as he starts his prep work, Javi can't stop the feelings of nervousness from creeping in.

It has nothing to do with the anxiety he still has from his previous job, some nights waking up suddenly when remembering the things he saw, the things he did.

Its not that.

It’s that his baby girls are growing up right before his eyes.

Javi has been on his own with Lillie and Sophia their entire lives, their birth mother exiting the picture shortly after they were born.

Months of preparing for the twin’s arrival, painting the nursery - what color to pick? is pink to overused, what about yellow? It took nearly 4 trips to the local paint store to pick a color. Buying clothes, doing research, going to birthing classes - none of it could prepare him to do this all by himself.

He was scared to be a father, hell, being a single father seemed even scarier, but the minute he held his baby girls in his arms, Javi swore that everything felt right in the world.

The two rested easy in his arms, just hours old and it brought Javi to tears. They were just so tiny and innocent, and at first he struggled a bit - with the person he was in the past - did he deserve to have such sweet angels in his life?

But his girls have showed him that he can have a new start. That he was meant to be a father, a protector. And he was a natural.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he starts mixing the batter before pouring several drops into the pan rested on the stovetop, a faint simmering sound coming from the butter's reaction to the heat. The older man cuts up the strawberries into quarters and starts placing them into two small bowls when he hears the distinct sound of two pairs of shoes clomping down the staircase.

Quickly turning around, Javi is met by the sight of his two giggling daughters running towards him, opening his arms wide to pull them into his embrace as they finally reach them. Holding them close to his chest for a moment, he almost doesn't want to let go. He knows that his girls are growing up and that he can't do anything about it, but he can't even begin to think about them growing up and leaving him without his heart breaking.

Pulling away, he asks the girls about the hairstyles they chose while he flips the pancakes, french braids being chosen as usual. Javi uses the spatula to plate up the panckaes and makes sure both girls get their bowl of strawberries before grabbing one of the many colorful combs around the house and parting Sophie's hair for the braids.

The two girls giggle and talk about how excited they are for their first day as their dad skillfully styles their hair, making sure to use elastics that he knows won't tangle into their hair when they take the braids out.

As the girls finish up their breakfast, Javi finishes off Lillie's braids before brewing up a pot of coffee, knowing he's going to need it to get through the day. He gently directs the girls to go get their things so they can head out, reaching up into one of the cabinets to grab a travel mug.

As the girls scurry away to their room to grab their bags, Javi brings their lunches out of the fridge and takes two nearbye napkins and a pen and quickly scrawls down a little heart on each one before slidding them into each of their pink lunchboxes.

"Lets go Dad!" Sophia chuckles, leading her sister back down the stairs and over to the kicthen, reaching up to grab at the two lunchboxes, "is it time to go?"

Javi feels a smile play at his lips, "Yes honey, its time for us to go," he responds, grabbing his travel mug and walking with his girls out the front door, making sure to turn and lock it before unlocking his car and helping the girls into their carseats.

Once seated in the drivers seat, Javi looks up at his rear view mirror and sees his two baby girls smiling up at him - a sight that he never gets tired of - and pulls out of the driveway.

“Let’s go honey bunnies,” Javi says playfully, the nickname one he’s had for the twins since they were in diapers.

He gets out of his parked car and heads to the backseat, reaching in and unbuckling the girls from their car seats and helping them down to the ground, making sure to hand them their jackets, backpacks and lunchboxes before extending his hands for them to hold onto.

Feeling his daughters grip his fingers, he helps walk them across the parking lot and inside the school, stopping in the main office to sign himself in as a visitor and put on a name tag before walking down the hallway to the kindergarten wing.

The trio passes several brightly colored murals on the walls, Lillie pointing out her favorite animals on the one nearest to them as they make their way further down the hallway, coming to a stop outside of the classroom. Giving the girls’ hands a small squeeze, he tells them it’s time before opening the door.

The first thing Javi notices is how comfortable the classroom feels.

He sees a big comfortable rug in the front of the room near the whiteboard, a few of the twin’s new classmates sitting on it with some books as other kids play at their desks. The room is decorated with neutral colors and has several big cushions spread across the floor, almost like the cushions the girls have in their playroom at home.

Around the room the desks are organized in little groups, each with a label of the student’s names written in delicate cursive, a small water bottle and a snack already placed on the desk.

Javi doesn’t notice the two girls letting go of his hands and running off to find their desks, instead looking at the front of the classroom and seeing the “welcome” message written on the board, welcoming both students and parents to their first day of kindergarten. Javi feels a smile play at his lips at the “classroom mascot” at the front of the room, a small green stuffed chameleon that he would recognize anywhere, pascal, from his daughters’ favorite movie tangled.

The girls were going to love this teacher.

Just as he turns to tell the girls, he bumps into someone behind him.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking!” Javi exclaims, his eyes widening when he realizes he just knocked down the poor woman behind him. Looking down, he sees the you look up at him with a smile, which causes him to raise an eyebrow.

“It’s okay, don’t worry!” he hears you exclaim, watching as you brush the pant legs of your brown corduroy overalls off, “I work with kindergartners so i’m used to things like this.” you laugh, reaching out to take Javi’s extended hand and stand back up.

Javi feels like an idiot, he knocked over his girls’ teacher.

Once in your feet, you introduce yourself to him, your name sounding like honey coming from your lips. Feeling a small bit of butterflies in his stomach, Javi coughs nervously before introducing himself, pointing over to his girls seated over at their desks and telling you they are his babies.

“Aw they are so precious!” You smile, taking a look and seeing them talk to some of their desk mates, “I made sure to sit them together, I know how scary it can be on your first day of school, and I figured sitting them together might put them at ease,” you say softly, a smile pulling at your lips at the sight of your new students.

Javi feels a bit of weight has been taken off of his shoulders - he was worried the girls might even be in separate classrooms - something they had never had before - but he knows he’s lucky to have them stay together. He looks over at his daughters with a smile before turning back to you, the smile on your face contagious.

“Thank you,” he says appreciatively, “I was worried about them - I’m still worried i’m not going to lie,” he laughs nervously, looking down at his feet for a moment as a flush of embarrassment washes over him like a tidal wave.

You tilt your head at him and nod, “It’s normal to be nervous Mr. Peña,” you start, reaching out your hand to rest on his arm as he looks back up at you, chocolate eyes locked on yours, “this is a big step for the three of you. Getting here and dropping them off is the hardest part I promise you, your girls are in good hands.”

Javi nods along with your words, finding your tone and sentiments calming to him, the warm flush of embarrassment across his body beginning to fade away.

“I’m not one of those helicopter parents,” he laughs, “but I worry about them, it’s just me and I’m scared to be away from them.”

Javi doesn’t miss the way your face falls after his small joke, taking in the real information in his statement. You nod gently squeeze his arm before pulling your hand away. “I understand Mr. Peña, I know how hard this is for you. I promise you that i’ll take care of your girls, and if anything happens or if they miss you too much, i’ll give you a call and you can come right back.”

Javi feels like he could cry. What did he do to deserve such a nice teacher.

“Is that okay Mr. Peña?” you ask, your head tilting to the side as a few more students and parents trickle into the classroom.

“Javi, you can call me Javi,” he says, watching as your smile returns.

“Okay Javi, I look forwards to getting to know you better. I’ll see you this afternoon for pick up.” you smile, giving him a nod before walking away to welcome your new students.

Javi watches with a smile as you walk over to the tables where his girls are and bend down to introduce yourself and he hears the way you compliment their braids, to which Lillie points his way and says “daddy did these braids!” Looking up at Javi, you give him a big smile before turning back to the girls and continuing conversation with their desk mates, the butterflies in Javi’s stomach multiplying by the second.

God he was so screwed.

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ayy, so ya’ll know that Miraculous/DC crossover I screamed about a while back? I found plot for it.

It is not quite finished yet, but it’s also so much longer than I originally planned on it being. (me: I’ll just write a fun little thing to get this out of my head!

me, 13k words later: oh no)

SO! Here’s a little sneak peak!

(or, find the finished product here!)

***

There is an unspoken rule, kept by any outsider who’s ever set foot in Gotham, that you should only ever visit the city once. Most find that visiting even once was already too much.

The most dangerous city on earth isn’t kind to its residents—much less strangers who don’t know how to watch their pockets or keep off the streets after dark. It’s gotten better, perhaps, in recent years since the Bat started lurking on rooftops, but that doesn’t mean the city is good.

Normal people stay as far from Gotham as they can get.

Marinette, (un)luckily, is far from normal.

***

The touring of Metropolis, New York City, and Gotham had been going well as far as Marinette was concerned, no matter what Chloé says to her about carelessness and naivety.

She’s glad her, Adrien and Chloé all decided to take this summer trip before they started University in the fall. It sucks that it was just the three of them, she wishes more of their friends could’ve tagged along but, alas, it wasn’t meant to be.

Kagami was in the middle of training season and couldn’t come. Luka was touring with his father, learning the tricks of the trade and other things. Nathaniel had already been commissioned to paint a mural downtown before they really finalized dates. Nino was in much the same boat as Nath, just with music and pitch meetings. Felix hated traveling and Alix was doing… something. Time travelling, probably. Or at least spending more time in the burrow.

Marinette was certainly starting to notice the way she’s begun talking about ancient history like she was actually there when she goes on rants now. Felix also probably noticed but Marinette’s also sure that he’s aiding and abetting her in exchange for insider information so…

She’ll probably have to deal with that later, unfortunately. But not today.

Their tour group was going to Amusement Mile later that afternoon, but had been given free roam until then. Marinette decided to spend the time up until lunch at the park near the meetup spot in Gotham Square and Chloé hadn’t complained or vetoed that idea so the trio happily camped out on the grass.

Marinette had returned to her sketch of Lady Gotham in between eating bites of her sandwich. She thinks she much preferred the style of it to New York City’s Lady Liberty. There was just something about the Statue of Justice that inspired her.

She’d been doodling about it since they left the marina yesterday. She also had plenty of pictures of the statue for inspiration later. There’s one she especially likes and thinks she might even print out to put up on her wall at home.

She’s playing with the idea of draping fabrics for formal wear designs like the roman togas both Lady statues seem to wear when a tennis ball rolls up and bumps into her leg. She has only enough time to move her sketchbook out of the way before a large dog bowls into her, tail wagging happily and barking up a storm.

“Oof!”

Adrien’s already halfway up the tree, startled out of his light doze by the barking and Chloé only daintily moved away from Marinette, leaving her to her fate. 

Pushing herself back up so she’s not crushed by what feels like one hundred pounds of dog, she comes face to snout with quite possibly the biggest dog she’s ever seen. From there, there was really only one choice of action Marinette could have followed.

“Oh! Well, aren’t you just the prettiest boy?” she tells the dog happily, reaching up to give him scratches. “Such a big boy! You nearly bowled me over, didn’t you?”

If it’s possible, the dog’s tail begins to wag even faster, enough that he accidentally overbalances himself and decides to roll with it, flopping onto his back and letting her rub his stomach. Marinette does so enthusiastically, her baby-talk to the dog devolving into broken not-words and the occasional exclamation of good boy! in both English and French.

The dog was a great dane, and had the softest coat of black fur she’s ever seen. There was a thick red collar around his throat, and Marinette stopped furiously rubbing his belly long enough to look at the silver tag attached to it.

“Titus, huh?” she says to the dog. “Such a strong name for such a distinguished boy, huh?”

“Oh god,” she hears Adrien groan from his spot still up in the tree. When she looks up, she finds him eyeing Titus with distrust, the absolute kitten. “I hope whoever his owner is, they’ve never read Shakespeare.”

Both her and Chloé blink at the strange non sequitur.

“Uh, why? Exactly?”

“Because they have shit taste in his plays if they do! Titus Andronicus is, like, Shakespeare’s worst play.”

Chloé glares up at him. “You’re such a nerd. Now stop being ridiculous and get down from there.”

“But, Chloé! It’s a dog.”

“Adrien Agreste!”

Marinette tunes out the two blondes as they devolve into sibling-like bickering. It’s a skill she’s had to learn and learn quickly with living in such close quarters with the pair for the last few weeks and also being friends with the pair for the past three years.

“Speaking of your owner, I wonder where they are?” She scratches under Titus’ chin thoughtfully. “Should we go look for them?”

Titus' head flops to the side, almost like he’s listening for something, before he’s clambering up onto his feet to tower over her. He’s almost twice as tall as she is sitting, which is just ridiculous. Why is everything in America so big?

Getting to her feet herself, Titus still stands almost as tall as her. She can rest her elbow on his back when she grabs his collar to make sure he doesn’t run off. He leads mostly, pulling her along at a steady trot she has to jog to keep up with.

He truly was such a well behaved dog and certainly lived up to his breed’s reputation as a gentle giant.

Or at least she thought so, until the call of “Titus! Here!” echoes through the park and he goes racing off towards it, dragging Marinette along for the ride no matter how much she tries to slow down.

Titus comes to a skidding stop, and Marinette barely stops herself from falling by keeping her arm around Titus.

“And who are you?”

Looking up, she finds a young man, probably around her age, staring down at her. He does not look happy—but most Gothamites don’t, Marinette’s found. He’s also, despite the almost glare he’s giving her, very attractive.

When she opens her mouth, incoherent French comes tumbling out, much to her embarrassment.

Ah. ‘Not being able to speak coherently to people she finds attractive’, she had wondered where that particular personality trait had been as of late. Even after so many years hanging around people who should be—and are—super models, she still acts like a spaz. Why is she like this?

The man raises an eyebrow at her, looking very unamused.

She tries again. “Ah- Je suis- I mean, I am very sorry. Your dog found me sitting over there with my friends and I figured I should find his owner instead of letting him just wander around and I assume your his owner because if you aren’t this is very embarrassing for me. Not that it wasn’t embarrassing before but, oh, I’m definitely rambling and I’m going to shut up now.”

Pressing her lips together as tightly as humanly possible so her tongue will stop making horrible life decisions, she holds Titus’ bright yellow tennis ball out to his owner.

The man huffs, taking the ball from her hand. “I didn’t ask for your life’s story.”

Marinette blinks and then frowns. Her hand tightens around where she’s still holding onto Titus’ collar and she has to very carefully unclench her hand before she breaks it or something.

“I didn’t give it,” she says through clenched teeth, embarrassment abruptly forgotten. There’s no need for the man to be rude.

He scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.”

She doesn't really have anything to say to that. Instead, she turns to Titus, who’s sitting like the good boy he is. She very seriously leans down to eye level—she does not have to lean down far—and tells him, “Your owner is an ass. But you are still a very good boy.”

She plants a kiss to his forehead that makes his tail wag, gives him one last scratch behind the ears and walks back towards her friends without looking back at the rude man. 

***

Colonel Bug: so I met kagami and felix’s lovechild today

MY HONOR: I would never stoop so low.

the evil twin: I would never stoop so low.

ShutUpTurtleMan: Nettie

dearest

the evil twin: Okay first of all-

ShutUpTurtleMan: sunshine

light of our collective lives and reason I breathe

what the fuCK

YoureUnderAgreste: Kagami, my love, how could you?

The Betrayal™

GottaGoFast: ew

Queen of Salt: ew

sneaky snake: Send pics or it didn’t happen

give me art or give me death: [a photo of the ‘right in front of my salad?’ meme]

Queen of Salt: wait

I was with you all day when did this happen?

was it the owner of the dog that attacked you?

ShutUpTurtleMan: WHAT

Colonel Bug: he didn’t attack me!

chloe stop spreading misinformation!

titus was a sweetheart!

YoureUnderAgreste: incorrect

he was, in fact, a menace

give me art or give me death: wait was Titus the dog or the lovechild

ShutUpTurtleMan: ^^^ ?

Colonel Bug: shut up adrien

all animals are great

stop being elitist

give me art or give me death: okay but seriously what kind of dog was it

the evil twin: why exactly was he our lovechild?

GottaGoFast: because of the dramatic tryst you and Kagami had obviously

keep up

Colonel Bug: because he was as pretty as he was rude actually

And gave me the feeling that he’d rant about his honor and parentage if it given the chance

MY HONOR: you say something once as an unsocialized teen

GottaGoFast: MARI YOU DOG!

ARE GETTING TAIL IN GOTHAM OF ALL PLACES?

Colonel Bug: no alix

did you not read the part about how rude he is

YoureUnderAgreste: i mean,,,,,

Felix is pretty rude and we all still like him

ShutUpTurtleMan: and Chloe

YoureUnderAgreste: oh good point nino

Colonel Bug: i hate it here

i spoke to him for like 2 seconds

Queen of Salt: Okay first of all-

YoureUnderAgreste: so i mean it’s not really a dealbreaker yaknow?

Colonel Bug: this familys a nightmare

i shoulda left you all on the street corner where i found you

YoureUnderAgreste: BUT CHA DINDT

ShutUpTurtleMan: but yA DIDNT

GottaGoFast: BUT CHA DIDNT!!

sneaky snake: but ya didn’t

***

I have every no regrets. stay tuned for more!

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paper rings - tik tok blurb

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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Happy birthday Tom and @ihaveaplantnamedmercades34 !

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“Baby, come here. I need you help with a video.” Tom called from the kitchen. You threw the blanket off your legs and waltzed into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a sleepy kiss to his chest.

“Are we finally going to be make the youtube couples channel of my dreams?” You smiled upon at him hopefully.

“Not exactly.” He chuckled.” You know the tik tok where you put a piece of paper on someone’s back and they have to guess what you’re drawing on the paper?”

“Yeah, why?” You asked as you eyed the two pieces of paper on the kitchen counter.

“I wanna do it with you.” He said and you cousins help but smile.

“Is this why you take so long in the bathroom now? Because you’ve been watching tik toks?” You teased him.

“Yes.” He kissed your forehead and pulled away to get the papers. “Now come here.”

He handed you one of the pieces, along with a pen, and turned you around.

“So I’m just guessing what you’re drawing?” You asked over your shoulder.

“Yep. Sound easy enough?” He clarified and you nodded.

“Go for it.”

“Harry, can you record it for us?” Tom asked nervously and handed his brother his phone. He knew this was something you’d want immortalized one video, but it didn’t help with his nerves to know he had an audience. Tom let out a shaky breath and leaned the piece of paper on your back to write the first world:

Will

“Did you just draw boobs?” You asked once he wrote the ‘w’. He let out a laugh and felt his nerves drain away. This wasn’t something to sweat. This was something to celebrate.

“No.” He laughed. “It was a letter.”

“Ohh, I see. Keep going.”

Tom finished writing the word and bit back a smile. He was one word closer to your answer.

“Did you get that?” He asked you as he tried to peak at what you were writing.

“That was not a word. It felt like you were trying to rake leaves off my back.” You whined and tried to guess what he had written. You put down your best guess and set the pen down.

“Yes it was. And maybe I was.” He teased and started to write his next word:

You

“Is this the next word?” You asked went you felt him drawing loops on your back.

“Yes.” He replied, trying to keep his hand steady.

“It doesn’t help that you have terrible handwriting.” You mumbled and tried to focus on what he was writing.

“Hey.” He laughed in offense. “Did you get it?”

“I think so.” You said said unconvincingly. “Is “oooo” a word?”

“Sure, baby.” Tom chuckled and wrote his next word:

Marry

“Now you’re just making things up.” You insisted when you couldn’t make out a single letter he had written.

“I promise you, I’m not.” He told you. Last one.”

Me

“Okay. I think I got that one.” You nodded and wrote down the word. “Is my sentence supposed to be total gibberish?” You laughed and turned around.

Instead of seeing Tom holding his paper like you thought, you were met with him down on one knee.

You instantly dropped your sign to put your hands over your mouth as Tom opened his ring box. A delicate diamond ring sparkled when it hit the light.

Your eyes drifted to where his sign had fallen to the floor and you finally realized what he had been writing.

“Will you marry me?” Toms voice was gentle as he asked the precious question. Your lips moved faster than your brain, but it didn’t matter. Everyone fiber in your body knew the answer.

“Yes.” You nodded as tears came to your eyes. “Yes, I will marry you.”

“Yes?” Tom asked for confirmation, the tears of happiness that glistened in his eyes matched the sparkle of the ring.

“Yes.” You repeated and his face melted in utter bliss. His hands shook as he took the ring out of the box and slid it on your finger. As soon as it was on, you pulled him off the ground and into a passionate kiss. Your body melted into his as you held him as tightly as you could, your future husband.

“This is gonna go viral.” Harry smirked as he saved the tik tok, wiping away a tear that had fallen from seeing his brother getting engaged.

When Tom pulled out of the kiss to hug you, catching sight of the paper you had written your guess on.

“You thought I wrote ‘wim ooo ramx me’?” Tom read off you piece of paper with a tearful laugh.

“Yes.” You admitted in embarrassment and took the paper from him so you were holding it together.

“Well I can’t wait to ramx ooo, baby.” You smiled at you and you pouted as you got emotional again. You leaned up to kiss him again, letting it linger this time.

“I can’t wait to ramx ooo, either.”

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SakuAtsu Fanfic recs

Edit: minor changes (grammar and stuff) cause I rushed this :’)

EDIT: PT 2 IS OUT

OKAY so I meant to make like a long list of MULTIPLE VARIOUS ASSORTED ships but as I was making it I realized I had WAY too many SakuAtsu fics. Like TOO MANY AHHHH. Anyway, I decided that for the sake of everyone, I should just make a separate post LOL oops I’m sorry but I’m so far into SakuAtsu hell it’s not even funny :))))))))) I tried to keep things short so I could not BORE you while reading this post LOL, but also THERE WILL BE A PT 2 because I cut myself short in order to get this out for.....

THE BEST BOY SAKUSA KIYOOMI’S BIRTHDAY I LOVE HIM AND EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOO :DDDDDDDDD

As per usual, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for each fic before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

Some of my FAVORITE writers CHECK TAGS AND WARNINGS PLS-

astroeulogy // I LOVE their works and they write BEAUTIFULLY AHHHHH!!! My fav? Possibly Dance of the Parallax by astroeulogy (T) 6.7k, but all of them are SO good! (My love for mythology really be showing here hehe.)

DeathBelle // this writer is on SO many of my posts cause I ADORE the way they write and characterize!!! My fav? Burden of Blame by DeathBelle (E) 91.2k but you already knew that LOL. I love the other ones too, but mafia? UGH.

hatsuna // ahjfsdjfhkasj need I say more? There isn’t a lot BUT the ones there are so so good! My fav? Pas De Deux by hatsuna (T) 19k surprise :D I love this one for their interactions but also Omi’s childhood! It’s really good (and you don’t even need to understand ballet) <33333

bastigod // again another writer you will be seeing in other posts because their writing gives me LIFE AHHH. My fav? my love, take your time by bastigod (T) 9k again you already knew this, but I LOVE THIS ONE ahagdhls. I have reread this one so many times oops hehe :)

volchitsae // I LOVE THIS WRITER, like some of my favorite SakuAtsu fics are from this writer, like favorites of ALL TIME. Please go read their stuff because I love it so much. My fav? take me to the limit, hold me down there by volchitsae (E) 3.8k this was the fic that got me into their writing, and oops I’ve fallen and I can’t get up haha leave me....

awkwardedgeworth // THE FICS THIS WRITER MAKES AJKASDLK. I love them and everything they make omg!!! My fav? This was SO hard but Notte Stellata by awkwardedgeworth (T) 20.8k cause I’m basic LOL but your flame will not survive in this cold tundra was a close second :’)

TBH, there are more that I don’t have time to get to (I started this a while back but then pretended like it didn’t exist for a while LOL) but these were the ones here hehe :) I could honestly make an ENTIRE fic rec list from these writers alone and it would be WAY too long, so for the sake of everyone,,, MOVING ON

Fics (in no order, but also I’m missing a bunch I LOVE but like I said TIME CONSTRAINTS AHHAHAH RIP)-

the inherent romance of classical conditioning (or, the fine art of emotional recognition) by pseudoanalytics (E) 13.7k // this fic made me laugh so much, starting from the fact that there needed to be clarification (which was, after finishing, understood LOL) that this was indeed NOT a fic with a foot fetish.

Routines (and How to Break Them) by cajynn (T) 1.6k // this fic makes them SO CUTE ugh the fluff ajsjkfhajh. I love how Atsumu just slips into everything Omi does (like a snake) ITS SO ADORABLE AHHH.

sense of purpose (or, what comes next) by pseudoanalytics (T) 3.6k // this fic was so HEARTWARMING!!! It made me kinda sad though cause I’m just that kinda person (and I don’t like to think about the past LOLOLOLOL), but the ending was !!! SO !!! CUTE !!! and I love the ending notes (me too Osamu, me too)!

crushed by citruslemonade (strawberrycitrus) (E) 4.2k // I feel like it’s a crime if I don’t mention this fic LOL and it’s very quick and funny! We all want to be the watermelons in this fic and no I don’t take criticism. No thoughts just Miya Atsumu’s thighs :’)))

Clipped To You by littleboat (T) 8.1k // (cp) okay first of all THERE’S ART, second I love Omi in hair clips <3333 It’s really funny with lots of ~pining~ Atsumu and there’s cameo’s of other players,,, it’s just a great time :D

bet on it by selenophim (T) 13.3k // this is a ~classic~ literally I keep seeing this fic because I like to stalk the relationship tags (LOL) and since it’s so good, I keep seeing it (also LOL). This may be SakuAtsu, but this is Osamu supremacy, again I don’t take criticism LOL.

Just as much by Sapphirine (NR) 16.1k // this is peak gay panic as demonstrated by one Miya Atsumu hehe. This fic is so FLUFF but also PINE! I’ll just be sitting here with my 851 million microorganisms to keep me company cause I’M SINGLE LOL.

every action has an equal and opposite reaction by akanemnida (T) 10.4k // nothing to see here, just Sakusa saying things that make Atsumu’s heart stop ;) I love ~caring~ Sakusa so if you do too, read! But also hello? Perfume drop please,,,,

see this through by basilleia (T) 17.7k // I am shamelessly a HARDCORE Atsumu wears glasses fan, once again, I take absolutely no criticism! Again some ~caring~ Sakusa heheh but also love the twin dynamic in this one!

dogshit (first comes the fall) by kitcassiachan (E) 15.8k // PLEASE CHECK WARNINGS! ngl this was one of the first fics I read for this ship and GOD did it get me hooked onto bottom Sakusa agenda (it really hit different). Of course, I’m not promoting the way this relationship happened (don’t have hate s*x), BUT I have nothing to say other than I had no regrets. RIP (not actually but you’ll get what I mean LOL) Bokuto and Ushiwaka for that matter.

let's get physical by rosegoldwriting (T) 4.3k // I really like medical stuff (you’ll see later LOL) BUT even if you don’t still read it cause IT’S FUNNY OKAY. We gotta love boys day and STD’s~~ (also don’t be stupid like him and get hurt to see hot doctors :))))

all i do is crave by newamsterdam (E) 12.7k // were we waiting for me to bring a 5 + 1 to the table? If so, here it is! We do love the olympics and oblivious Astumu~~

lay it on me (no, really) by ayushi_writes (T) 4.2k // please the way I was hesitant to read it at first but then the ‘being very fond and caring in a homie way haha’ made me read it LOL. The fluff (and Astumu being caring because that is another one of my favorite things to read hehe) in this is almost worth the awkwardness that made me want to go put my head into a hole like an ostrich LOLOLOLOL.

ink blossoms by entrechat (T) 8.1k // I think this fic IS SO CUTE OMG. I love the way Omi sits in the shop to draw was ADORABLE and making them do that to get tattoos? Smart af (and v respectful we stan). Also, I love flower meanings :D

crimson colored lotus by sieges (M) 16.5k // (cp) this was a demon slayer AU LOL. TBH I haven’t watched DS, but you honestly don’t really need to in order to read this LOL. It’s explained really well and the writing is AMAZING! It’s not a linear fic, but you can read it in order if you so choose.

where i want to be by tookumade (G) 8.8k // THIS ONE ahhhhhh so cute I love it. Omi trying SO hard in this relationship and Atsumu being so understanding. I love it here :’)))))

three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus (T) 19.7k // I LOVE THIS ONE not only cause I love professor AUs (I do, I LOVE THOSE) but also it’s just some great writing :D I really love their interactions and the misunderstanding killed me ahhhhh.

If you were wondering, I already have 50+ fics (yes I counted but no I’m not done looking so there will probably have to be some cuts D:) lined up for pt2 AND I took out series in another post, so yeah this is why it’s a cursed draft hahahaa..... I hope you enjoyed cause SakuAtsu is my life and blood.

#sakuatsu #haikyuu fanfic rec #haikyuu fic recs #fanfic recs #manga #anime #omi’s birthday post #cause I love him #pls don’t come for me #I’m getting to the next one soon #I promise #teehee #we’re here for a good time #and a long one too ig? #haikyuu #hq

[tricksters-captain]

Weasley Twins/Cedric Diggory Imagines - Accidental Meeting - Part 3

AN: Another day... another part!! Honestly I can’t write this story down quick enough so I thought I’d post another part for y’all!! Let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list!!!

Overall Summary: (Y/n), is a young witch who always kept her head down due to her complicated past; one day she bumps quite literally into one of the most popular boys in Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory, and that’s when (Y/n)’s plan of keeping her head down seems to go up into the air. Things only seem to worsen when two redheaded twins start to take notice too...

This Chapter: As Halloween draws near, you receive news from your uncle about your parents and the ministry. You try burying yourself in your studies to keep your mind off things when Professor Lupin only seems to make it worse...

PART 1 // PART 2

Pairing(s): Cedric Diggory x Reader, (Eventual) George Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Fred Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Oliver Wood x Reader

Word Count: 2,398

Warnings: None, Angst

You sat at breakfast beside Wood and Angelina, the Weasley twins opposite. 

“Looks like you’ve really caught his eye there, (y/n).” Fred piped up from across you. 

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the boy as you finished a spoonful of cereal.

“He’s looked this way about 7 times since sitting down.” George muttered, 

“Not to mention the other 6 when he walked in.” Fred added. 

You peaked over your shoulder to see Cedric sat with his usual group of Hufflepuffs. 

“You two are obsessed.” You rolled your eyes at the boys as you forced yourself not to turn and look again. 

“Mails here.” Wood announces as if the sudden eruption of wings and squawks didn’t alert everyone enough. 

You were surprised to see your owl fly into the great hall with a letter in its mouth. The only person who you ever sent mail or received mail from was your uncle. 

You reached up and grabbed the letter as he fell from the birds beak. 

You could see from the handwriting on the outside of the envelope that it was definitely from your uncle. 

It wasn’t completely strange to receive a letter from him during term time but it wasn’t a usual occurrence. 

“Who’s it from?” Oliver asked, 

“My uncle.” You admitted, contemplating whether to open it there or later in private. 

“Prob’ly asking whether you’re gonna come home for Christmas break or stay here.” Oliver said as he bit into an apple. 

“I already told him I’d be staying here as it’s your last Christmas at Hogwarts, I thought we’d stay here and celebrate together.” You stated, deciding to open the letter now.

“Get a broom closet you two.” Fred teased you. You retaliated by wrapping your arms around Oliver and resting your head on his shoulder, batting your eyelashes at the twins. Oliver just shook his head at you. 

You retracted your arms from Oliver and picked your letter back up to read it. 

(Y/n), 

The Ministry finally agreed to speak to me. They’ve claimed that the security in Azkaban has been double, tripled and that no other prisoners will be escaping. They specified that since Lorelei and Mikael are high threat that they will be watched consistently but Sirius Black was high threat too and look where he is now.

I feel they aren’t telling me the full picture. It was hard enough getting them to discuss Lorelei and Mikael at all. They just like to pretend Death Eaters don’t even exist anymore. Lock them behind bars and forget about them. 

I know we are all anxious about the idea of them escaping like Black did but I am keeping my ear to the wall. If anything is spoken about them or a possible escape then I should be the first to know. I won’t let them leave that godforsaken place without a fight. You should focus on your studies, try not to worry about your parents. Hogwarts is surrounded by dementors, I hear, so they will protect you for now. 

- Demetrius 

“What did he say?” Oliver asked as you closed the letter. 

“Just something about the Ministry.” You sent him a look that said you would tell him later as you felt it was too crowded to discuss your parents right now.

“What do you have?” You changed the topic by asking Oliver what he was doing this morning as you picked up your book bag.

“Defence against the dark arts then divination.” He told you as he rose from the table. 

“I have some study periods this morning so I think I’m going to go to the library. I’ll see you later.” You parted ways outside the great hall as you headed towards the library. You then tucked the letter into your bag and reminded yourself to show Oliver later. 

You found an empty table tucked away in a corner beween two book shelves, before finding a few books to help you with your study of Ancient Runes homework. 

“Do you mind if I join you?” A voice you were starting to know well tore you away from your parchment and you glanced up to see Cedric stood with his hand wrap around the strap of his backpack. 

“Will I actually be able to study if you sit with me or are you going to distract me?” You narrowed your eyes at the boy with a light humour. 

“I swear not to distract you.” He held his hands up in defence and you smiled, nodding your head to signal for him to sit. 

“What are you studying?” Cedric asked as he sat. 

“Distracting.” You announced, sending him a side glance. “Ancient Runes.” You caved and answered after the following few seconds of silence. 

“Ah.” Cedric nodded, taking his own parchment and books out. 

You both sat quietly, the only sounds being the turning of pages and the scratching of your quills but, after a short while, you found yourself sneaking secret glances towards the boy.

You watched his brow crease in concentration and his eyes flicker across the pages he was reading. A few locks of his soft brown hair fell forward and his lips parted slightly as he focused. 

Cedric caught you looking at one point, raising his head and smiling widely at you. 

“Distracting?” He asked, 

“Just making sure you are actually working and not writing down some quidditch strategy like Oliver does.” You were quick to come up with an excuse but Cedric wasn’t stupid. 

“What do you have next? I can walk you to your next class.” Cedric suggested. 

“Charms.” You told him, “If you walk me, you’ll probably be late to your own class.” 

“Why are you so worried about being seen with me?” Cedric leaned towards you, folding his arms on the chair in between you both with a curious look on his face. 

“I’m not worried.” You objected, “I just said you’d be late for your own class.”

“(Y/n), I’m no Ravenclaw but I can figure out when someone keeps saying no. I also see you looking around at everyone whenever I come up to you.” 

“Cedric.” You sighed, “Things are complicated in my life.” 

“And me walking you to your next class will somehow make it more complicated?” Cedric rose an eyebrow at you which made you sighed once again. 

“You can walk me to my next class.” You wanted to say that it would but you didn’t know how to explain why. 

Cedric stood up from his seat and packed his things away, you did the same before you both left the library. 

“I saw your owl this morning.” Cedric mentioned the letter from before and you felt your chest tighten a little. 

“Yeah. It was from my uncle. Asking whether I’d be home for Christmas.” You lied pretty effortlessly as the said-letter was lying at the bottom of your bag. 

“Your uncle?” Cedric hadn’t thought about who you lived with after your parents were sent to Azkaban. 

“Yeah.”  You nodded, “Demetrius. He took me in after my parents were, you know... He never saw what they saw in you know who. He didn’t have the same beliefs. Not like he didn’t suffer for it. They tortured him for a long time but he survived. He’s a good man, not very paternal but it's better than nothing.” You almost found it funny how unaffectionate and distant your uncle could be with you but you knew he still cared about you, he just couldn’t show it in the way normal families could. 

“Is it just you two?” He asked, seemingly genuinely interested. 

“Yeah. Demetrius isn’t very old. He was only 20 when he took me in. He never got a girlfriend after that so has never married or anything. I think he believes that if he had someone else to  care about, they could be used against him. He saw a lot of what my parents did, you see. He worries about my parents; about them escaping like Black did.”

“Are you worried?” Cedric stopped as you reached your class. 

“I’d be stupid if I wasn’t.” You confessed. 

“We can talk more about it later if you like?” Cedric gestured to the classroom door and you bit down on your cheek and nodded.

“Hey!” You called as he started to walk away. “Thanks for walking me.” 

Cedric smiled at you before you entered the classroom. 

“Saw pretty boy Diggory walk you to Charms this morning.” Fred and George trapped you as they came up to you side by side. 

“Like I said... Obsessed.” You looked up at the twins as they walked either side of you. 

“You reckon Lupin’s got that surprise for us today?” Fred asked you and George.

“Hope so, Freddie.” 

“I hope it’s a potion that stops people from spying on you.” You retorted, making both the boys crack up.

“Welcome class! If you’ll follow me, I have the special treat I promised for you all today.” Professor Lupin announced as you entered the classroom for DADA. 

The class did as they was told and followed Lupin up to a larger room where an old wardrobe stood in towards the far side.

You couldn’t help but smile with excitement as you watched the wardrobe shake from something inside. 

“Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what is inside?” Lupin asked as the wardrobe trembled again. 

"Is it a boggart, sir?” One of the Ravenclaw girls, Samantha Penny, answered. 

“Yes, Miss. Penny. Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?” 

“No one knows. Boggarts are shape-shifters.” You answered as Lupin pointed his wand at you. 

“Very good. Now, can someone tell me what they do?”

“They can take the shape of whatever a person fears the most.” Samantha answered again.

“Well done! Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practice it now. Without wands, please.” Remus lowered his wand as he spoke, “After me. Riddikulus!”

“Riddikulus!” The class repeated. 

“Very good. A little louder and very clear. Listen: Riddikulus!” Lupin corrected any who made a mistake.

“Riddikulus!” You all repeated once more before Lupin selected an unlucky volunteer.

“Samatha, since you know so much, why don’t you give it a try?” Lupin encouraged her forward. “Now, what are you most afraid of?” 

“Snakes, sir.” She said rather nervously. 

“Snakes. Okay. Easy enough to change. You see, the incantation alone is not enough.  What really finishes a boggart is laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing.” Lupin paced a few steps as he spoke. 

“Now, Miss Penny. I want you to think of something funny. The funniest thing you can think of and when you come face to face with the snake, I want you to imagine its turning into that funny thing, do you understand?” Lupin asked the Ravenclaw girl. She nodded and raised her wand. 

As the doors burst open, a large thick black snake appeared slithering towards Samantha. It rose upwards and hissed as it’s dark eyes fixed on the quivering girl. 

“R-Riddikulus!” She hesitated but soon cast the spell, turning the snake into a baby monkey in a dress.

“Brilliant, Miss Penny! On your first try too!” Lupin praised her as he laughed at the monkey falling over.  “Alright! Who’s next! Form a line!” 

The class rushed into a line with excitement and nerves filling the room. 

You watched a few students ahead of you try and succeed in turning the boggart from their fear to something funny and soon it was your turn. 

“I bet her worse fear is seeing Wood naked.” Fred whispered to you and his twin as he stood behind you. 

“Actually, it’s having to spend the rest of the year with you two.” You mumbled back with a smirk as you stepped forward. 

“Ouch, Seyler, ouch.” Fred clutched his chest above his heart and you rolled your eyes. 

Suddenly, coming face to face with the boggart, your amusement was gone. 

You shifted on your feet as you thought of all the possible things the boggart could turn into like a giant spider or a clown or....

Your eyes went wide as the boggart twitched and span around and transformed into a face you had only seen in your memories and pictures. 

Your mother stood in front of you. 

The whole class erupted with whispers and murmurs as you froze. 

Her dark eyes met yours, the small mole above her lip rising as her wicked smile grew.

“Come on, (y/n), don’t let the shape distract you. Say the words and she’ll be gone.” Lupin saw the shock on your face as he tried to encourage you.

Your mother stepped forward, holding her hand out towards you, her dark mark visible on her arm as she reached towards you. 

“Don’t touch me!” You shrieked as she came close to connecting with your skin. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from fleeing the class as your emotions over took you. 

You pushed past the Weasley twins as you darted to the door. 

“Miss Seyler!” Lupins voice carried down the corridor you were running down.

Tears blurred your vision as your chest tightened and breathing became much  harder. 

“Miss Seyler!” You heard Lupin call after you again. 

You threw yourself against an arched doorway, trying to slow your breathing as your mothers eyes flashed through your head. Her evil smile, the dark mark clear on her arm. 

You felt yourself slide down the doorway until you hit the cold floor. 

“Miss Seyler.” Lupin had found you. “Miss Seyler, breathe.” He knelt down as you failed to control your panic attack. 

“(Y/n). It was just a boggart. It wasn’t really your mother.” Lupin told hold of your shoulders as he tried to get you to look at him. “Your mother is locked up on Azkaban. She can’t hurt you.” 

“I’m sorry.” You finally looked up at him and he felt his heart squeeze at the sight of your red eyes. 

“Don’t be sorry. It’s quite alright.” Lupin helped you stand, slowly bringing you back to your feet. 

“What about the class?” You asked, looking up from where you had come from. 

“Class is dismissed. Come on, let’s go for a chat.” Lupin guided you to his office, his arm comfortingly wrapped around you still. 

(PART 4)

#cedric diggory x reader #Cedric Diggory imagines #cedric diggory #the Weasley twins #weasley twins #Fred Weasley #fred weasley imagine #George weasley imagines #george weasley #george weasley x reader #Harry Potter imagines #Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban

[fallingbyjuleecruise]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Not to be the type of person who posts meta about NBC Hannibal but I think it's a misconception that the life Hannibal lives in Florence with Bedelia was the life he had wanted for him and Will, just with Bedelia slotted into his place. But in my opinion, that was never supposed him and Will. Like that's not at all the place he had made for Will and Abigail and him bc never in a million years would Will be interested in that lifestyle, and that's something that Hannibal knows. Like that's just not Will "lives in the middle of nowhere Virginia with his 7 rescued dogs and fly fishes on the weekends" Graham AT ALL.

But what it IS, is Hannibal trying to forget the life that he wanted. It's a more grandiose version of his existing life in Baltimore, a place where he was respected and had a position of authority and esteem. He was surrounded by beauty and culture and art and in Florence, he kicks it up to the nth degree to compensate. Bedelia is smart, cunning, beautiful, and cruel and he thinks that that might entertain him for a while. He doesn't see her as beneath him (at least not entirely) bc she is one of the only ppl who had seen behind the mask before the blowout at the end of season 2. But she's not Will. She might have an idea of what exists under the "human veil" but Will understands and finds beauty in it even though it repulses him on a certain level. Bedelia sees Hannibal as a rare dangerous spider, something intriguing but ultimately off-putting and best squashed or at the very least kept under observation.

Hannibal is trying to forget the life he wanted. That whole section is his him trying to prove to himself that he can still be "happy" without him, bc he has this beautiful woman in this beautiful place surrounded by beautiful things, things he enjoys. But the point is that might have sated him before but not anymore bc it's not the life, it's the person and he's never had that ever. He and Will could live in a cave in the middle of the woods with Will and feel more fulfillment in a single moment there than any amount of time in his fake life as Roman Fell with Bedelia. And that's why it's so easy for Hannibal to set that life on fire after less than a year bc it doesn't work, he thought he could make it work and he couldn't. "Do you believe you could change me the way I've changed you?" "I already did." And Will was right, he did. I think in a world before he met Will, he could have just cut and run and not been affected at all but bc of that change, bc of Will's influence, that just wasn't something that was ever gonna happen.

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#4

1 day into his presidency and ppl are accusing Biden of erasing women bc he *checks notes* signed an executive order that prevents trans ppl from being discriminated against in the workplace or denied housing

24 notes • Posted 2021-01-21 19:49:40 GMT

#3

Happy Father's Day to the best father on Downton Abbey, Thomas Barrow

24 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 23:05:27 GMT

#2

May I offer you a Thomas in these trying times?

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#1

Not to wax poetic about Dishonored in 2021 but there's something about the forcible creation of an unwilling god and a congregation that is actively hostile against him that really makes clear the world the characters live in

270 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 18:53:52 GMT

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[oh-theres-a-woman]

Flowers in a Peaked Cap; Prologue

A/N; The very first Shelby Sister story that I’ve written, I wanted to give her a little bit of a whimsical vibe. A young woman with her head in the clouds, closer to her gyspy roots in loving to be on the road and travelling. Instead, she’s contempt with staying with her family in Small Heath. Pouring her soul out onto paper into the long hours of the night without her brother’s knowledge. After all, most of the tales she writes is about the glory days before the war. 

Due to the request of her being much like the love Luna Lovegood, I thought it was fitting that Tillie’s face claim was the lovely Evanna Lynch. 

Thought I’d add a few extras to the tag list whom I thought might like this story!!! 

Requested By; @csigeoblue​

Parts; [ 1 ]

Taglist; @zodiyack​, @itsfrancisneptun​, @amys-small-world​, @fandom-fucking-shit​, @hesagod-notyet​, @hinagiku0​, @dylanlover24​, @amirahiddleston​, @a-dorky-book-keeper​, @theamuz​, @csigeoblue​ & @smallheathgangsters​

Word Count; 1021

Mornings light these bought in the oddest sorts from the streets into the betting shops, not that Tillie minded at all. She watched all unfold from her place on the stairs. Minding her own business, taking in each character pinned on a bet. Making up a story for every single one of them. Of course, she already knew the regulars, but there was no fun in that. Tillie liked to think of the whimsical things as her Aunt and brothers went about their workings, well, all except Finn. He tried, yet, seemed to get in the way. A lot. 

Nibbling at her nails the girl poked her tongue out at her twin brother, teasingly. After he’d been told off for getting in the way of the others. Watching Finn scrunch up his face at the teasing gesture. The girl picked herself up from the confine of her stairway. Wandering away from the quietest place in Betting Shop. She landed herself beside her oldest brother Arthur. “Do you lot need me ta do anything then?” Tillie asked Art with a light purse of her lips. “Or can I go that reading from the store down the Lane, they have some interesting ones out at the moment. Read about them in the paper,” The girl beamed only to be shut down by her older brother, a frown creasing her brow. 

“Oi, don’t you be giving me that look. Those readings are a bloody waste of money,” he flicked Tillie’s brow for the end of his point being made. She rubbed the tingling spot in her knitted brow that hurt from the flick. Ignoring her brother’s laughter; Finn. They’d always had this happen of laughing at each other if they got in the shit. Honestly, it was a family trait that followed them all through in some regard. The older boys; Arthur, Thomas and John, however never really laughed at Tillie like they did Finn. 

She was a different sort; more sensitive than the lot of them. Often found herself blue and down when not about to run free. Or get lost in her own imagination. Unlike the gangsters in the family. Sweet, dear, Tillie was the soul of a writer. Enjoying days like these to just wander down the Lane towards the quietly kept bookshop. Where many creative souls, mostly men read their tales. The youngest Shelby never had the balls to stand up and speak before a massive crowd, let alone a few people here and there. Today was to be the chance, but it was going South so quickly. 

“It’s not that kind of readin’, please, Art?” Tillie asked with a number of growing tears in her eyes, before the eldest shook her off once more. 

“No, go back to whatever you were doing prior, aye. You’re getting in the way, Till.” The Shelby eldest warned and watched her drag back up the stairs, head eased against the stairs. Not at all a lady-like appearance, but it felt like an active protest. 

Thomas watched his sister from where he stood in the shop, looking to Arthur with a sigh. There were other ways to put things than expressing someone’s piece of enjoyment was a waste of money. Plus, there’ll come the  day where Tillie would become smart enough to use their own pleasures against them; whores, booze and Tokyo. He didn’t know of the little world inside her head; but he knew that she was elsewhere compared to them. Her world was the fairytales they all thought and dreamed of during the war, or back when Finn and Tillie were little babies that needed stories to sleep.

He also knew, just by looking at his sister that she was tireder than normal. However, dressed in her favourite and cleanest dress. One that Pol had made a big deal about getting for her birthday. It had suited the lush blonde hair that she had gained from their mother’s side. Uncle Charlie had light hair as well, so it was mostly the strong family trait. Yet, the cream accents of the dress made the Shelby blue of her eyes stand out a little moment. In the braided bun she always had pinned into place, there were flowers neatly tucked in there. Making her look every bit the gyspy, but also like a proper lady should in some regard. 

Ink stained her hands that rested over her stomach, ignoring the rest of the things going on. Before she got the balls to nick back upstairs. Slamming her door behind Arthur’s protest about her staying at the stairs. The Shelbys’ needed to present as a united front. That was the bullshit that they kept selling, and spilling. Tillie else her back against the door to her bedroom, sighing softly looking at the sight of her novel bound and perfectly ready for the reading at the bookstore. 

It was her chance to get it published, the tales of some sort of fantasy epic she hadn’t quite found the name for yet. Something that was perfect for the children with a wee bit of kindling for spiriting away.

So, she tucked her novel; complete. Within a scathe bag, and flung it over her shoulder. Opening the window. Tillie carefully climbed across the neighbours fence, then jumped down into the streets of Watery Lane. Dashing through the puddles not caring at all for them soaking her stockings. There was just a wild excitement with her heart. Finally, Tillie would be given the chance to read her stories and spark a chance for them to possibly be published. 

Become something for herself that her brother’s never knew was in her whimsical soul. Perhaps, she was a little bit like that orphan girl Montgomery wrote about. Tillie just had an overbearing and protective family that feared that she’d end up like Ada… Only Pol knew of these tales and often spoke of how they’d sell millions of copies worldwide. They’d be the voices for little children need to learn their little lessons in life.

Before anything though, it’s author needed to to find her path and come into her own.

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[passingthetime]

Tagged by @psihokracija, thank you!! 🌻

What is the first song you remember hearing?

The Ketchup Song.... but I know for fact that the first music I ever heard in my life was the Twin Peaks soundtrack so that makes up for it.

What is the first band you got into?

Emil.RuleZ! which probably doesn't mean much to anybody on here especially non-Hungarians. I loved the songs as a kid because the lyrics sounded good, but I could not piece together the sentences because of weird line breaks. After growing older and understanding the lyrics, I still think they are really cool, but music-wise I don't like them very much anymore.

Do you collect any physical music?

Nah... I would love to but wow it is expensive! That said, I did uh, borrow some CDs from my parents and I desperately want to get my hands on the Deep Purple self titled vinyl with The Purgatory on the cover.

What is your favourite piece of music memorabilia?

I have a Radio Moscow t-shirt from their 2019 world tour! It's super awesome and I bought it from the band's bassist himself I think. Lazy to take a photo of it, but looks something like the image below except it has way nicer colours and has "world tour 2019" written on it too.

What’s your favourite concert you’ve ever been to?

King Gizzard at Sziget 2018!! That concert was amazing! Honestly had I not seen them live at that time I would not have gotten into their music.

If you could see one artist who is no longer alive in concert, who would it be?

The Doors, which is technically two artists no longer alive... Anyways I am sad and angry I never got to see a Doors concert because it sounds like a very unique experience

Have you meet any musicians?

Not so famous ones sure. I mean my boyfriend is a musician, so so were a bunch of his friends. We even camped out in the backstage of a small biker festival because we were with one of the bands. We met Rudán Joe there and told him he did a good concert lol. Like he needed or feedback on that.

What is your to go album when you’re feeling sad?

Point of Entry by Judas Priest because it makes me feel better.

What is your to go album when you’re feeling happy?

Help! by The Beatles, it's just cute and simple and happy me likes that.

What is one music documentary you love?

Janis: Little Girl Blue made me cry.

What is one DVD concert you love?

I am sorry, I haven't watched a single one. I get overly emotional over live albums already I don't need visuals on top... Favourite live album is either Unleashed in the East by Judas Priest or Live! In California by Radio Moscow.

Do you prefer listening to playlists or albums?

In theory I love playlists, in practice my playlists I actually listen to are just a collection of albums one after another with unnecessary content removed (such as bonus tracks or just songs I'd skip anyways).

Do you prefer listening to albums in order or on shuffle?

In order, always. Can shuffle a playlist, but can't do that with albums.

What is your favourite deep cut song by your favourite artist?

According to Spotify Cheater by Judas Priest gets barely any listens which is ???? why would you not listen to one of their best songs ever? As for my other favourite band, it is of course Before the Kiss, a Redcap by BÖC if that counts.

What is your favorite cd/cassete/vinyl you own in terms of packing?

Technically it is not me who owns either but the album cover (both inside and out) of Vadászat by Hobo Blues Band is very awesome and the 25th anniversary CD box edition of Dark Side of the Moon is really fucking cool with the art cards and everything too!

I tag @hackettsongs, @jiangwanyin, @barbarella and @0mmadawn! 🌼

#tag game

[el-im]

;)

hello everyone and welcome to. crap from my camera roll that i dont want on my phone anymore, part one thousand

wip photos i took of one of the latest inktobers i did. those leaves were ridiculous. they took. maybe 3 or 4 or 6 hours on their own, i don’t remember but i made up all the shading and veining as i went so they came out sort of inconsistent looking but i was really happy with them because they were... so much work even if they weren't like. even remotely like any biologically accurate depictions of a(n earth) leaf. i guess that’s the joy of sci fi!! no one can make fun of you for not doing scientifically correct things even if you (studying biology) should make more of an effort to make things. like. accurate. lmao.  

i think ib art really got to be with those progress photos they required for the visual journal. i am so often like. oh this looked better when i was working on it. finished pieces r so passe ! i gotta work. more on backgrounds. i am so bad at them and i try so damn hard.  HAH 

elanor texting me during class. they asked if i knew who david lynch was and i gave the ‘loved twin peaks/wouldnt watch eraserhead again gun to my head/dont know anything abt blue velvet but i have an unruly unmitigated unchecked chrush on dean stockwell rn so’ rundown and they said the prof was showing the class a clip of eraserhead (to which i said godspeed) but then later they were getting into blue velvet so i went back on this which prompted egghead saying actually that they’d seen that clip of some like it hot which was. surprising bc elanor has seen maybe half a movie in thier whole life and it was like. twilight new moon. anyway i have lost the plot

hi jack lemmon i am in love with you

the girl im in love w posted this (its a cropped part of a larger meme abt what girls keep in their pockets) and i keep fucking thinking abt it and laughing. the image of being a fucking annoying menace in a jail cell (which in my mind is a mix between gene wilder in the cell in blazing saddles and jim sturgess after the anti-war protests in across the universe). hilarious. unparallelled. 

me after telling elanor (who sent me a tik tok abt the om*gaverse (insert ‘i still dont know what the om*gaverse is and at this point im too afraid to ask’ meme here. and that is NOT an invitation to explain it to me on anon in my inbox. i do not want to know. that is not my business. this is me making a tiny cross with my fingers and warding you all off) and said ‘me explaining my thesis to my family at christmas’) ‘giving you access to the internet was a mistake’

hi. wife city. i love this garbage outfit. fucking. pasta necklace lookin headass. god. personally i love when men have eyebrows that stick out two inches away from their face. 

may or may not have made that fad whipped coffee when i was housesitting for my mom because kyoko had some instant coffee. it was terrible and disgusting and i pretty immediately poured it out into the garden. everyone who makes social media drinks deserves financial compensation. yall really live like this???

chihiro! this was the first time she really. jumped up and came and sat next to me. 

the person who tagged un* mccormack in my art abt her book... very cool of her to have noticed that and been kind abt it but also. wish maybe that you wouldnt have tagged the author of a book in a post where i linked to a place where u can read it for free. lmao. also iconic of me later googling her other social media but confusing her with ursula le guin (idfk) and being like?? she died???? when i was looking at ulg’s instagram on my phone browser bc i dont have an account anymore (which. btw. is like freedom, canned) and then me being like. who runs that account then. a publisher? turns out i am just a fucking moron 

charlie... <3

nico visited campus recently, this was all he passed onto me. im joking. and yet. i do occasionally think that i could never run for a public office beyond like a mayorship bc my online presence is 90% me (half jokingly) talking abt how i want to bang my teachers. god i hope no one is reading this but if you are. hiii. 

joe. bitch. 

me taking a health assessment for class at 8 in the morning + going.... oh come on. 

took me a second to realize what he was talking about bc the “it’s a health thing...” and “i’m gonna...” were so separate to me but. once it clicked i was like. oh! that’s hilarious and i love you. 

this reminded me of an assignment someone had once where they were told they were on a desert island and the only thing they had for company was. idk. a radio or something and it was the only contact they had with the outside world and they had to imagine what they would do on the island and they went and sat in the computer lab for like. half an hour. and came back with a document that just said “i’m going to fuck the radio” or whatever the equivalent was and MAN occasionally high school was so kind to me. that was hilarious. 

from joe, like a week ago. i loved so much that he didn't say i wasn’t bitching or anything, just giving me the sweetest goodnight he could muster (and that-to be honest, i could ever hope for lmao) although once when i called myself a bitch he sent me that john mulaney ‘my wife is a bitch and i like her SO much’ gif and i think abt that all the time and laugh. king shit. 

elanor. this was just. funny to me. they’re right but god at what cost. 

mari’s axolotl costume at tane’s art show (her piece is the two wooden panels in the back) 

i bought nico a copy of anton chekhov’s short stories as a ‘get well soon’ gift. bc i figured. he’s been playing rust since he got out of the hospital and i’m sure that gets dull and i wanted to get him something to read and i. i dont know i came across chekhov’s short stories recently and i loved them so much and i figured he’d like them too but also. knowing nico i was like. he’s not gonna fucking read this book. so i thought maybe if i annotated it he’d be a little more eager to actually flip through it bc. yanno i always think it’s interesting to see what my friends thought was notable/funny/whatever abt a book. (which is a lie. i really just. hadn’t read all the stories in it and i wanted to read them before i gave them to him but i figured annotating it didn’t hurt and that he might (maybe) appreciate it) so i’ve been underlining/commenting/drawing in the margins and i wrote him a little dedication in the front that says ‘for nico garnero, durante tu año enfermo, adya.’ which also to me is just. a fun little dedication. when he throws this into a goodwill donation bag in three years someone there will pick it up and fall in love with me despite not knowing who i am, (my brain....) anyway. im so enraptured by the notes on the text in this edition. there aren’t a ton of them and when they do appear they actually are interesting--meaning of names that are left not translated and stuff like that that gives more breadth to the language and also in the best footnote arrangement (at the bottom of the page instead of at the back of the book--which is the devil)

AND ANOTHER THING: 

when i was in high school i used to make lists of things I was angry about and I think it used to abate my anger a little so here goes: 

1. ty’s kid has croup. ty is also sick. abe works with ty. abe has his own kid at home. apparently (as everyone in the house learned yesterday) abe does not wear a mask at work. he “doesn’t have to because he’s vaccinated”--as if it isn’t possible to get covid while vaccinated. so now it’s possible that 1. abe has been exposed to croup’s parainfluenza virus and can pass/has passed it off to mariko (who mia noticed two nights ago was breathing heavily and irregularly), 2. abe has been exposed to covid (which ty may have) or 3. abe has been exposed to the flu (which--while less serious, certainly, could have been prevented altogether had he just... worn a fucking mask while at work). now he’s “quarantining” by sleeping in the office, but is using nick/i’s bathroom (of course) and going out into the house/common areas without a mask, though nick and I are wearing two every time we leave our rooms and avoiding common areas, and mia is wearing one intermittently around abe and not wearing one in common areas. because she is an idiot. 

2. i had a bad night for another, separate reason last night and found myself watching all the episodes of what’s my line with jack lemmon in them--tears streaming down my face--before realizing. hey, maybe i should go to bed. which was funny to me. 

the rest of these r just selfies so you can all kindly avert your eyes

me in the bathroom at my moms after being awake for 48 hours, taking two benadryl, and planting ~40 flowers in the planters in the front and back yard at six in the morning 

i didnt brush my hair for the entire time my mom was out of town and i was taking care of grandma + kyoko bc i forgot a brush so. here. gratuitous mirror selfies. 

pictures i send to joe for his growing album of ‘pictures of adya flipping me off’

me and mari looking So Sleep Deprived. 

more pics from the disaster zone. elanor walking to the immigration office in ireland with me on the horn so she has a witness if someone tries to kill them <3

the most abhorrent socks/sandals combination yet seen on earth

mariko and i this morninggg

an actual nice picture + apple and raspberry martinelli’s blush + side part. i forgot i could actually look cute instead of like. a milkmaid. lmao. 

from mother’s day i think?

an old wheat henna mia did on me

me n mariko <3

singin king of the road

baybie <3

getting slobbered on <3

edit: added nov 9th. tried to upload these w captions but tumblr wasnt having it and im not retyping them so. die

#DUMPING GROUNDS #captain's log #I’m gonna shut up now sorry everyone. good morning !

[bangtan-madi]

All Of Our Lifetimes — Three: Samothrace

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Taehyung, husband!Taehyung reincarnation au, lovers to strangers and to lovers again, established relationship, implied soulmate au

Genre — fluff, angst, crime (ish)

Word Count — 2.5k

Summary — Does love ever truly end, or does it simply take another form in a new life? The cycle is like clockwork: your lives end and you’re reborn again. You’ve lived it over and over. Each cycle, one of you loses your memories and is tragically unaware until the other finds and awakens their lover. After all these eons, all these lifetimes, is it possible to find each other again—even when neither of you awakens with your memories? 

Part — 3 / 15

Warnings — language, mentions of murder (no description)

Previous — Next

On your way to breakfast the next morning, you get the call from Director Hyeon. What she tells you in the next few seconds nearly causes you to drop your phone and shout for joy, right in the middle of the sidewalk.

"We're offering you the job, [Y/n]. You're the most qualified and capable, by far. Everyone in the leadership has agreed that we can trust our boys to you. If you're interested...the position is yours."

Without giving your lungs a second to catch up with your erratic, excited breathing, you're exclaiming a vibrant, "Yes! Yes, I am very interested."

The details are finalized over the following week, which gives you just enough time to fly back home and pack up your belongings to ship overseas. Milo is a huge help, despite the fact that she's so jealous. While she has several interviews scheduled via telephone or Skype over the next few weeks, it will be a month or possibly more before she will join you in Seoul.

"I'm so jealous!" she tells you over and over. "So happy for you...but damn! I'm the one in the BTS army over here!"

"I'll see if I can snag you an autograph or something," you reply, half-joking.

Milo looks at you like you hold the world in your hands. "I would fucking marry you if you did."

"You'd marry me anyway."

At that, Milo merely flashes a wink and giggles to herself.

After your clothes and transportable belongings are packed and shipped overseas to your new apartment, the two of you drive to the airport in unusual silence, only a few items in your overhead luggage. It's not uncomfortable, but along the way, you both realize that this will be the last time you'll see each other for at least a month. 

Milo has been your best friend since middle school, and you've lived together since college. To be without her for that long, after all you've been through together, it's hitting you hard as the airport draws near. You reach for her hand over the armrest, lacing your fingers through hers.

"You're not gonna go run off and find some boy that keeps you in America, right?" you ask in a semi-joking tone.

Milo tilts her head as she stares at you from the passenger's side. "Only if you don't find a cute K-pop boy to fall in love with and forget all about me."

You make a faux gagging sound, drawing a smirk from your best friend. "Not a chance."

"Then don't test me, [Y/n]. I'll get a job and be with you in Seoul before we know it. A month isn't too long, and then we can be roomies again!"

Your hand tightens as you flash a genuine smile. "Wouldn't change it for the world."

You remain attached to each other until you get to the security check-in. Turning to Milo, you pull her into a tight embrace, one that she whole-heartedly returns. 

"Don't make me wait too long, okay?"

"'Course not," she chimes back, trying to keep her voice it's usual happy-go-lucky. "We're Siamese twins, you and me. Not gonna separate us!"

You say your temporary goodbyes—the only reason you don't break down being that you constantly remind yourself that it is only temporary—and depart for the security line. Passport in one hand, the other waving back to Milo, you hold tight to the shred of the past while running headfirst into your future.

One thing is for certain: things are going to change.

The first few days as a permanent resident of Seoul are spent settling into your new job and new apartment. And, as per usual in a major life change, there are things that go wrong that you couldn't have anticipated. You get lost on your way to work on your first day and end up being a few minutes late, one of your packages of clothing has not shown up yet despite everything else has arrived, and the office space at Big Hit evidently used to be occupied by someone who never cleared out their shitstorm of a file cabinet.

Needless to say, by the time the weekend arrives, you want to do nothing more than relax and recuperate and do something other than stare between two monitors. If you have to translate another word from Hangul into the English alphabet, you're going to chuck something out the window.

But, understandably, your apartment isn't in the best shape. Boxes are half-way unpacked, and plenty of furniture still needs to be bought. What has been unpacked is haphazardly tosses on any clean surface you can find. It's not exactly a den of peace and serenity, and probably not the ideal place to relax.

So, after doing some online shopping for said furniture and organizing as best you can, you decide to take the rest of the Saturday afternoon and do something you genuinely want to do. An idea pops into your head, and you grab your coat from the counter as you head for the door.

You never finished your tour of the Seoul Museum of Art, knowing for a fact that you haven't gotten to the architecture wing or portrait gallery. You feel your heart longing to go back and explore the remaining spots of the building, knowing in your soul that you need to be there.

What better time than the present?

You find your way easily, enjoying the brisk air that catches your skin and under your coat. The seasons are changing, shades of winter like white and grey settling into post-New Year's hues of mocha and beige. The city smells like green tea and feels like an ever-changing living organism.

Something tells you that more than just the seasons will be changing this year. 

Enter the museum, you find your way back towards the gallery where you left off. After the conversation with the stranger from yesterday, you were a bit too weirded out to really enjoy any of the other exhibits. Wandering for another hour, you hardly remember any of it. The story he told, the bloody fingerprint at the corner of "Vase with Honesty," it was all a bit too eerie for your liking.

But something in the back of your mind keeps prodding at you, and you desperately wish who that man was so that you could ask him more questions. How did he know about the murder? Why was he as drawn to the painting as you were? Why did he leave so abruptly?

All these questions circulate your mind as you round the corner, passing by the Van Gogh exhibit to your right. Just as you pass out of the entrance, you stop mid-step and turn on your heel, peaking back into the open space. 

Standing in front of "Vase with Honesty," the stranger from yesterday wears the beige hoodie and a white facemask. You might've missed him if it weren't for the way his eyes followed you from the entrance to the exit of the temporary exhibit, dark eyes dusted by curly hair. You think it unusual to recognize a stranger just from a few minutes of interaction, but your life has been anything but usual the past two weeks.

Instead, you offer a tiny smile and wave, stepping out of the arched entrance and towards the man. "Hi...again."

His eyes avert yours, shifting to the wall behind you, the paintings, the ceiling. Anywhere but at you. "Hi."

"Seems like we keep running into each other, hm?" you offer in a friendly tone. "Come back to see 'Vase with Honesty'?"

The stranger nods. "I'm a...big fan. Van Gogh's art is comforting. I've never known why."

His confession causes a genuine smile to spread across your face. "That's what art's for, silly. Van Gogh was a tortured soul, but I think he'd be happy to know that his life's work gives comfort to people, even..." You glance at the description card in front of the piece, searching for the date. "Even 136 years later."

His brown eyes flicker to yours again for a brief moment, and it's long enough for you to nod your head towards the expansive hallway. "Wanna walk with me? I got a few rooms in the museum yesterday, but not much more than that. Always nice to explore with others, don't you think?"

The shy man nods once and joins your side as you turn towards the interior, keeping a couple of feet between you. 

As you make your way to other wings, you and the stranger make small talk to pass the time. Well, you do most of the talking. You're not sure if this person doesn't trust you or if he's just catatonically shy, but he's refused to lower his hood or raise his head enough for you to get a good look at his face. His features are still obscured by his clothing and hair, but his voice is soothing the few times he does reply. His presence is calming. Something about the man puts you instantly at ease, and you find yourself being more friendly than you might be to any other stranger.

"Is Korean your first language?" he inquires, as you step into the empty room full of 20th-century modern art.

You shake your head, a slightly embarrassed heat rising in your cheeks. "That obvious, huh? I mean, I know I don't look Korean, but I was hoping I was passing all right."

He stops in front of a work by Georgia O'Keefe. "Not that obvious. I just heard a bit of an American lilt in a few of your words just now. You're very good."

"Oh...then, thanks."

"Why are you in Seoul, then? Visiting?"

"Working," you respond, moving to the other side of the room to view the other works of modern art. "I got a job in Yongsan. I just started this week."

The stranger's head perks up at your response, turning his face slightly towards yours. "How's that going?"

You shrug, making a non-committal noise. "I mean, it's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's just a lot. I moved away from America, from my long-time best friend and roommate, from everything I'd ever known for this job. And it's been a long first week full of things I didn't realize I was going to have to handle."

You shove your hands into your jacket pockets as the two of you turn to leave the room, enter back into the stark white hallway, and turn towards the next expansive opening.

"I shouldn't be complaining," you laugh. "The job is so much more than I could ask for, and I haven't even met a few of the people I'm supposed to work with. One of which I know I have a ton of questions for..." You shake your head. "I've have had this...let's call it a gut feeling, for a long time now. Go to Seoul. Go to South Korea. I knew my fate would bring me here one day, just didn't realize life would be so..."

"Hard?"

You turn towards your companion with an understanding sigh. "Yeah, hard."

A few moments of silence pass, and just as you're about to ask him about the bloody fingerprint and how he knew about the artist being murdered, you feel a chill run down your spine at the sight of the object in the room to your left. Not a chill from the cold or from nerves, this is a chill of familiarity. You turn your head slowly towards the object of your subconscious horror. 

"Winged Victory of Samothrace," or a copy of the one in the Louve, stands high and mighty, the lone object in the fluorescent-lit room.

"What is it?" the stranger asks, voice low and muffled by his mask.

You stare at the statue, unmoving for a full thirty seconds. "I—Does that statue look familiar to you at all?"

There's hesitation in his response, though you can't see his face. "I—I've seen it in Paris. That must be it."

You shake your head, clenching your trembling fists at your sides. "I've never been to Paris. I've never seen it before, not in person."

The stranger reaches out towards you, asking, "Are you okay? You're trembling."

In an attempt to clear your head, you drag your gaze away from Winged Victory and turn back towards the hallway. Visions from your nightmare force their way into your mind, but you shove them out, trying your hardest to keep them at bay as you walk ahead of your confused companion.

"Just a coincidence," you whisper to yourself. "Just a coin—"

Your sentence falls flat as you raise your gaze from the marble floors to the open space ahead. The chill returns, and your knees feel even weaker than before.

Pillars stretch up, cradling a spectacular glass ceiling, surrounding a spherical water fountain.

Your heartbeat races, and your throat closes up. The door you'd tried to lock in your brain crashes open, releasing all the terrible things your brain keeps replaying over and over and over. Doesn't matter if it's day or night, these visions never end.

An artist murdered. Two lovers on the run. A mad-man with a thirst for blood. 

And the death of you both in that very water fountain.

You stumble back, bumping into the stranger as you do. His eyes are wide and locked on the fountain, but you're too panicked to stop and investigate further. Every fiber of your being is telling you to run. To run as fast and as far as you can. 

Without explanation and without fail, you let your fear take you the mile's distance from that spherical fountain to the nearest metro station.

If you could physically go any faster or longer, you're sure in your heart that you would still be running.

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