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That spot on your finger

Hello!! Here I come with a new Ben Barnes fic! I hope you like it! Please, let me know what you think of it :)

(Also, side note… the beige suit for Ben in this fic is directly inspired by that Ferragamo campaign he did a few years ago. Was that forever ago? Yes. Am I over it? Absolutely not.)

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: none but fluff. Soulmates AU

Sum up: The mark on your skin that should allow you to find your soulmate is pretty hidden, hence your difficulty in finding them. Or maybe you simply haven’t them yet? Anyway, this guy at your friend’s wedding makes you fall head over heels. Could he be the one?

Word count: 5164

There was a mark on your ring finger.

Right there, on the right side of it, the piece of skin that was almost invisible because often hidden by your middle finger. A tiny space you had to purposely reveal.

Three little dots, a red line. Tiny and invisible almost.

You reckoned that it was the reason why it was taking so long for you to find your soulmate.

It was easy for others to recognize each other. When your mark was imprinted right in the middle of your forearm, or at the base of your neck, it was easy to spot. You could have had a mark on the back of your hand, that would have been easy as well. But you didn’t. You needed to find, in this ocean of people, in these billions of individuals walking across the globe, the only person who also had a red mark of three dots crossed by a line… on the inside of their left ring finger.

Obviously, you were still single.

But then again, you couldn’t exactly pretend that you were particularly lucky, as a person in general. Even worse, you were clumsy and just… a bunch of chaos. The location of your birthmark was just one more proof that when the Universe had decided to create your life, they dropped the bottle for ‘bad luck’ right into the mix.

But then again, it was alright. You had made a lovely life for yourself on your own. You had your hobbies, your passions even. You had a nice little apartment where you cohabitated with your neighbour’s cat named Reggie who, in all fairness, spent more time at your place than in his home. You had pretty houseplants, a wonderful collection of books, friends you adored. And it was more than enough to fill your life with sunshine. You had kind of stopped looking for your soulmate, actually. When you were younger, it was an obsession. But then, every teenager had to go through this phase of obsessive search for their soulmate. You had grown out of it. If you met them, then wonderful. If you didn’t, then you would still enjoy your life to the fullest.

As you walked through the venue where one of your oldest friends was about to get married, you genuinely were not jealous of her. She had found her soulmate; they were getting married. Meanwhile, your life was already full of everything you wanted.

You smiled as you opened the door to the room where you friend was getting ready. On the opposite side of the building, the groom was adjusting his tuxedo.

Mary was lovely. A true ray of sunshine. She turned to you at the sound of the door turning on its hinges.

“You’re right on time!” she gave you a thumbs-up.

On her neck, you could see the four lines of her birthmark aligned along the curve. They were visible even from the doorstep.

“I might be a little chaotic, but I can be on time for my friend’s wedding,” you rolled your eyes at her remark, closing the door behind you.

“It is literally the first time in my entire life that I see you arriving anywhere on time…”

“That… might be true. Shows you how much I love you, I guess.”

She laughed, looking so happy on this bright and sunny day.

Her day…

“Do you need anything before the show begins?” you asked her, waving at your friend’s mother who was on the phone on the other side of the room.

“I would kill for some coffee, to be honest,” she confessed. “I was so nervous, I’ve barely slept at all last night.”

“I don’t see what you could be nervous about. You’re marrying your soulmate. The Universe literally planned that you would fall in love and spend your lives together. I don’t even see what the point in getting married is, you’re already sure it will work between the two of you.”

“Once you’ve found your soulmate, you’ll understand. It’s just… an extra step. An official promise. And a way to tell every other woman to back off from my man cause he’s taken.”

You both laughed at that, and you congratulated her with a hug.

“So… a coffee? You sure? Aren’t you nervous enough as it is?” you asked her one last time, but your friend was determined, and so you walked out of the room in search of a cup of the hot beverage.

You had to walk across the parking lot to reach the park of the venue the couple had rented for the day. The venue… it was a mansion, it was huge, it had a parking lot and a park where the ceremony and the celebration would take place. It was a place that could have existed in a fairy tale.

And you found it cute, of course, but also… you promised yourself that if you were to get married, you would organize something small. Something intimate. In a place you loved, and nothing more. Nothing too fancy.

One of the employees of the venue gave you the precious beverage, and you started your walk back towards the mansion, not paying too much attention to your surroundings, lost in thought instead. As you usually were… Besides, there wasn’t anyone on the parking lot, so it wasn’t too risky to walk with your head in the clouds.

Or well, that was what you thought, at least…

Because on the other side of the parking lot, a man dressed in a beige tuxedo was hurrying towards the mansion. Actually, he was almost running. He was late. And he felt terrible about it, because if there was one day in his life when he needed to be on time, it was today. His little brother was getting married, he couldn’t afford to be late today. And he was always on time, so why now? Why was he late on the only day that truly mattered? He checked his pockets, and got out the velvety box that protected the wedding bands. What a groomsman he made… he had to drive back to his apartment when he was already halfway to the venue because he had forgotten these bloody rings.

But now, Ben had arrived. He was late, but not desperately so. He had the wedding rings. He was dressed, ready to celebrate his younger brother’s wedding.

He walked even faster – even if that hardly seemed possible – checking the time on his watch. And thus, he was not looking at where he was going for several seconds.

Several crucial seconds.

Before any of you knew what was happening, Ben was colliding quite violently with you, and your precious cup of coffee fell to the ground, along with Ben’s precious velvety box. As you collided, you dropped everything to hold onto whoever had bumped into you, and Ben did the same, out of pure reflex. You were thus holding onto each other’s forearms, for now trying to not fall down and to understand what was happening.

Ben felt something wet on his chest and knew even before he looked down at his white shirt what had happened. The coffee…

“Oh…”

He looked up at you, getting both panicked and angry in a mere second, until his eyes met yours and then… then something very strange happened.

It was like… time had stopped suddenly. He took in your features and it felt like he knew you, like he had seen you before. And every ounce of anger or annoyance disappeared.

“…fuck.”

All of a sudden, all the air had left his lungs, and his mouth was dry and all he could do was to stare at you with his mouth slightly agape and a dazzled look across his face. His brain had stopped functioning altogether.

And you felt exactly the same.

He saw you look down at the ground, but he didn’t, he kept staring at you, and in the back of his mind he wondered what this was all about…

"Huh... were you going to... propose?!"

You sounded panicked, and when you looked up at him, your eyes were wide in horror.

“Oh no! Have I ruined your proposal?”

“Proposal… wha… what?”

He didn’t understand a word you were saying, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of his brain suddenly deciding to shut down, because you didn’t make any sense, or because he was too busy staring at your eyes to listen properly to you.

“The box… were you going to propose to someone?”

Finally, Ben looked down, and seeing the black velvety box he finally understood.

“No… no, I’m with the wedding party.”

“Oh! You brought the rings!”

“Yes, I did.”

“I’m with the wedding too.”

“Really? I don’t think we’ve met…”

“I’m with the bride…”

“Groom.”

“That’s why, I guess.”

“Yeah… I guess so…”

You exchanged a smile, not really knowing why. You were still holding onto each other, not really knowing why either…

“Ben!”

You were interrupted by a deep voice calling from the front door of the mansion.

“What are you doing? You’re late! Come on!”

“I’m coming, dad.”

But the old man walked a little closer, and after just a few steps, noticed the disaster the two of you had caused…

“Your shirt!”

Ben finally looked down at his shirt. It was drenched with coffee. Luckily, his vest and tie were alright.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized over and over again. “I’m so clumsy and…”

“No, it’s nothing,” Ben reassured you. “I wasn’t looking at where I was going either.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“We have a couple of extra shirts inside, come on,” Ben’s father started to walk back to the building, inviting his son to follow him by a quick hand gesture.

But there were still the cup of coffee – now empty – and the box containing the wedding rings to pick up from the ground. You both bent down at the same time, bumping your heads together.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed in unison, rubbing the now painful spots on your foreheads.

You looked at each other, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m very clumsy,” you apologised with a smile, standing back up.

“I’m sorry too. Looks like I’m particularly unlucky today.”

He picked up his box, and he handed you your empty cup as well. You thanked him as he finally turned away from you and towards the mansion. Thomas had not waited for him, and was already rummaging through the bags he had brought in search for a new shirt.

But Ben had merely taken three steps towards the building when he turned towards you again.

“I’m Ben… by the way.”

He seemed a little shy. A little hesitant. As if, as soon as the words had passed his lips, he felt ridiculous for saying them.

You probably didn’t care what his name was anyway…

He was wrong though. You offered him a bright smile as an answer.

“I’m Y/N.”

He smiled back at you, a bright, wonderfully warm smile.

“Y/N…” he repeated your name under his breath, liking the taste of it on his tongue, the way it rolled passed his lips…

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/N,” he went on. “Eventful, but nice…”

“And a little painful too,” you added to his joke, successfully making him laugh.

“I hope it won’t be so painful if we cross path again during the day.”

“Yes… let’s hope so.”

Finally, he turned away for good, and soon disappeared inside.

You let out a long, shaky breath.

Who the hell was that…?

The ceremony went perfectly. Mary and Jack took their vows, and didn’t stop smiling for a second as soon as they shared their first kiss as a married couple. The rest of the day flew by with games, and drinks, and dancing, and funny speeches about the newlyweds and an awful lot of joy.

And it turned out that Ben was the groom’s brother, which meant that he was involved in every game and every activity planned for the day.

You were not one of the bridesmaids, but you were close enough to Mary for her to always look for you in the crowd to join the games with her, so you did spend quite a lot of time with Ben.

And it seemed that, somehow, Fate had decided to team you up very often. You were not, however, one to complain about that fact.

It turned out that he was a lot of fun to be around, and a little shy sometimes, and awfully charming with that. Which… did not help you focus on the games you were playing at, but it did make your heart jump in a very sweet way.

However, now was not the time for letting your heart be softened by a charming smile. It was a duel, a battle to the death…

… for the last chair.

You were the two finalists for the game of musical chairs, and the battle was merciless.

On the right, Ben Barnes, mischievously charming, winner of the previous round.

On the left, Y/N Y/L/N, ruthless and ready to push her opponent to the ground, but she had landed second on the previous round because of her stupid dress that impended her movements (or because she was clumsy and sat down next to the chair… we’re not sure).

It was time for a rematch. The duellists were staring at each other in the eye, wary of their opponents’ movements.

Until…

The music stopped.

It was then a rush of limbs reaching for the lonely chair, a bit of pushing and a lot of pulling and an awful lot of laughing.

You shoved Ben aside, and sat down, victorious, onto the chair. Mary was cheering for you, and everyone clapped and laughed as you shouted in victory.

By your side, Ben was laughing as well. He buried his face in his hands to fake disappointment, when really, he was grinning like an idiot.

The look of glee on your face had made him blush outrageously…

You had a little victory dance before receiving your great prize: a plastic whistle.

Ben offered you his open palm as the guests were looking for drinks again and settling into conversations, waiting for the next game or dance.

“Congratulations, it was a great win,” he complimented you as you shook his hand.

“Well, thank you, my good sir. You put up a decent fight.”

“Only decent?” he asked with a loud laugh.

“Well… not bad, I’ll admit.”

As if to make your point clearer, you put the whistle between your lips, and blew. Some guests turned to you their amused faces. And you successfully made Ben laugh some more.

“I’m sure you could lend a pretty good deal coaching with that thing,” he laughed, pointing at the silly whistle.

You blew again, with an interrogative tone this time.

“Hmmm… it would suit you just fine. After that pushing skill you showed out there, they could recruit you even in a rugby team.”

This time, you couldn’t help but laugh, and had to put down the toy.

“I was a bit ruthless, right?”

“No, I was too. It was fun.”

Ben started to fumble with his tie, until he managed to untie it, and he popped open the first button of his shirt.

“I did not expect that a wedding would ask so much energy though,” he joked.

You realized then that he had become a little dishevelled during the game, a few locks of dark hair falling before his eyes, although he didn’t seem to care. You decided that it suited him a lot…

“Me neither, to be honest. But I prefer it that way, I think. It’s a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

You settled at an empty table together, grabbing a glass of water. You lost yourselves in a relaxed conversation about your families, your jobs, your lives. It felt familiar, comfortable. Like talking with an old friend you had not seen in years. It felt more like catching up, than revealing yourself.

It was a strange feeling, and you weren’t sure where it came from. Ben couldn’t really understand it either. He didn’t mind though. Basking in the warmth of the late afternoon, he decided to merely enjoy the moment, while it lasted.

The afternoon drifted into a warm summer evening, and soon enough into a bright summer night. Lanterns and lights had been set all around the park, revealing the beauty of the mansion and its architecture. It was a time for dancing now rather than playing, and after a delicious meal, most couples directed their attention towards the dance floor.

You had not seen Ben in a while. After spending most of your afternoon with him, you had gone your separate ways when it was time to eat, being placed at different tables. You kept on stealing glances in his direction though, which Mary did not fail to notice.

“So… you like my brother-in-law, huh?” your friend asked you, sitting down in the chair next to you.

She was taking a break from dancing while Jack was talking with a few friends. She took off her high heels, and let out a relieved sigh as her feet met the cool and soft grass.

You laughed at her, disregarding her remark, even if it meant blatantly lying to your friend.

“Absolutely not, what are you saying? I don’t even know him!”

“You spent your entire afternoon talking with him.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“You like him. You’ve been staring at him all evening. Besides, he likes you too, so…”

“He does?”

You couldn’t help but interrupt her, revealing your lie. Your friend laughed at you.

“Yeah… he does like you. He’s not even discreet about it.”

“Really?”

“Well, besides the fact that he spent his afternoon with you? He also asked me many questions about you…”

“And I’m sure you revealed my most ridiculous moments…”

“Of course not. I told him you were lovely. And single.”

“Mary!”

“What? You said yourself that you’re not looking for your soulmate, but that doesn’t mean you have to live like a nun.”

“I do not!”

“He likes you. And I know him, he really is a good guy. You should give it a try.”

You reflected on your friend’s words, but were left undecisive. You did like him. But it felt different this time around. Not like a mere crush. Not like a fling you knew would disappear on its own after a few months. You couldn’t explain it, but you felt like there was something important about this decision, and it made you afraid.

Mary was off with her family again, and you talked with a few friends as the night went on.

Meanwhile, Ben was puzzled.

He was puzzled because of you.

Because he had talked with his mother about this weird feeling that had settled in his heart and chest as the day went on, stronger, softer, warmer with every moment he spent with you. And his mother’s words woke up an old desire of his he had almost given up on.

You should ask her about her birthmark.

Why?

Was he attracted to you? Yes, absolutely. Did he enjoy your company? Without a doubt. Did he want to make you laugh as much as he could? Definitely. Did he feel pulled towards you by some invisible string, like a moss towards a flame? Undoubtedly…

Was it some kind of ‘love at first sight’ situation? A crush? But it felt different this time around, and he wasn’t sure why. And who better than his mother to advise him? But her answer was unexpected.

You should ask her about her birthmark.

Was it something to be taken so seriously? Could you be…?

He was staring at you, and he knew it was considered rude, but he couldn’t help it. He was hesitating. Even if he wanted to ask you about your birthmark, how could he do it? He couldn’t simply walk up to you, and blurt out something along the lines “hey, nice evening, don’t you think? By the way, what’s your birthmark? Because I think you might be my soulmate, so… thought I’d check.”

No, that would not do.

He decided that a drink would help, so he went to get a glass of wine. But when he turned towards you again, you were gone.

He scanned the crowd in search for you, but he couldn’t see you anywhere. Had you gone home? It was late at night, and most of the guests had decided to sleep at the mansion. You had assured him during the afternoon that you were staying till morning, so… had you left anyway? Where could you be?

He set out looking for you, a hint of worry setting a slight frown across his brow. When he spotted Mary, he asked her about your disappearance.

“Oh, I saw her setting off further down the park with a blanket. Have no idea where she found one though. I guess she must have been tired of partying, and wanted some quiet.”

Ben nodded, visibly relaxing. Mary offered him a knowing smile.

“But… quiet doesn’t necessarily mean alone…”

He couldn’t help but laugh, the tip of his ears turning red.

“I see… I wouldn’t want to seem too desperate though,” but he was only half-joking.

“Desperate is better than stupid.”

“Well, thanks Mary. I do love it when you insult me.”

“She likes you. Don’t ask yourselves so many questions about all of this and just… go with the flow.”

“Go with the flow?” he mocked her, but Mary didn’t back down.

“What are you so worried about anyway?”

“I don’t know… I guess… I don’t know, really.”

“Then… off you go!”

She gently pushed him in the right direction, and Ben could only yield, laughing as he walked away.

It took him a while to find you. You had followed a path that led further down the park, and had settled under the falling branches of a willow.

You admired the stars picking through the leaves, looked at their reflection on the pond that was splayed at your feet. There were lanterns set around the water, and a small picnic table on the left side of the water. It was quiet, with only the sound of crickets singing the song of summer, and the distant music from the party. Ben almost walked by without seeing you, hidden as you were by the branches of the willow. You were barely visible in the dim light, a blanket set across your laps and your head turned towards the sky.

His heart skipped a bit at the sight, but he chose to ignore it.

You heard someone approaching, and offered the newcomer a smile when you recognized him.

“What are you doing out there on your own?” he teased.

“Just relaxing. It’s been a tiring day. Good, but tiring.”

“Yeah… I agree.”

“You want to join me for a while? It’s lovely here.”

Ben didn’t notice the dreamy smile that curved up his lips.

“I’d love to. Thanks.”

He walked under the branches of the tree, fingers tickled by the soft leaves as he pushed them aside, and he sat down next to you. He started pulling on your blanket to tease you some more. You resisted, laughing.

“Stop stealing my blanket!” you protested, faking outrage.

“You could share, it’s cold out here.”

He finally stopped, letting out a laugh and setting his dark eyes on the pond before you.

He thanked you when you placed the blanket on his legs.

“How’s the party? Still going strong?” you asked after a short silence.

“Yep! And it doesn’t show any sign of stopping. Jack is wasted, but then again, I reckon he has the right to be tonight.”

“Mary is pretty drunk too, I’m sure.”

“It’s safer if they both stay away from the dance floor, I reckon.”

You exchanged yet another laugh, something that seemed abundant whenever you were together.

There was barely a breeze to shake the leaves of the trees around you, to disturb the mirroring surface of the pond. Waterlilies were in bloom, white and pink touches of colour above green leaves. The moon, high and full, shed a silvery light upon the world, painting the grass with ethereal hints on every blade. You barely noticed your fingers moving towards his, only when your skins collided did you acknowledge your movement. You couldn’t ignore it, given the jump your heart made under your ribcage…

You remained silent and motionless, sitting there in the night, fingers brushing against his and afraid he would pull away if you moved at all.

Instead, he wrapped his fingers around yours, gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

You caught yourself looking for any sign of birthmark, but just like yours it didn’t seem visible, not at first sight at least. It made you stare at him for a while, and he couldn’t refrain a teasing smile.

“Do I have something on my cheek?”

You jumped, looking away.

“No, no… nothing.”

“Why are you staring, then?”

“No… no reason. I wasn’t staring.”

You cleared your voice, fidgeting with the corner of the blanket.

“Why did you come out here, anyway?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“Honestly? I was looking for you.”

His response made the two of you stare at each other. There was no one around, in the calm night; but you reckoned that, had there been anyone else, you wouldn’t have noticed their presence at all. Not when he stared at you like that.

You noticed the freckle under his right eye, found the detail endearing, for some reason…

You looked away.

“Why? Why would you be looking for me? Aren’t you supposed to be with the groom?”

“You say that as if I haven’t spent my entire day with him.”

“Just saying.”

“Well… I… I wanted to be with you instead.”

 “Why?”

You asked again, but couldn’t muster the strength to look at him. You noticed then how unbearably close the two of you were, shoulder against shoulder…

“I… I wanted to ask you something. Even if it’s a bit weird.”

The music from the party seemed to grow louder, people were cheering. A brand-new wave of dancers was standing up from and joining the jumping fray.

You didn’t care about it at all.

“Go ahead,” you encouraged Ben, as he seemed to have fallen silent.

It was his turn to nervously wrap his fingers around the corner of the blanket.

“I was just wondering… have you found your soulmate, yet?”

He tried to ask it in a nonchalant tone, and failed miserably.

At last, you turned your gaze towards him once more. It seemed that you had caught his whole world, trapped it in your eyes…

“No, I haven’t,” you gave him an earnest answer. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugged, looking more vulnerable now. Still charming though, he gave you a shy smile.

“Just… the usual.”

“The usual?”

“I… I kind of like you. So…”

He was surprised when an amused smile appeared on your lips.

“That was not very smooth,” you commented.

“Doing my best. But you’re not making it any easier on me.”

“Really?”

“It’s hard to be smooth next to someone who seems to be turning your world upside-down.”

You let out a chuckle, and it was your turn to be shy.

“That… was smoother.”

“Still true, though.”

You struggled to swallow, but forced your voice to come out anyway. You didn’t notice the way you held his hand tighter in yours.

“Have you found your soulmate?”

But Ben shook his head.

“No, haven’t found them yet. Have… kind of given up, if I’m to be honest.”

“Yeah… me too.”

“Besides… my birthmark is pretty hidden, so it’s not easy to spot them in a crowd.”

“Mine too.”

Ben nodded, and weighed his options. But he decided against asking you about your birthmark. It felt like it would break the charm of the evening. And this moment made too sweet a memory to taint it in any way. It could wait. For now, he didn’t mind not knowing.

“I was wondering,” he went on instead, “if maybe… after tonight you would like to… have a coffee with me, one of these days.”

You offered him a bright smile, somewhere between joy and mischief.

“That was smooth.”

“Thank you, I’m practicing.”

“I’d love that. Going on a date with you, I’d love that.”

He offered such a smile, it felt blinding almost.

“But…”

The curve of his lips disappeared.

“I don’t want to make you waste your time,” you added. “Because I really like you too, and I fear that we… we could get attached. Like… really attached. And maybe, if we’re not meant to be together, then there’s no use in breaking our own hearts by going any further than this lovely day we’ve shared. So…”

You raised your hand and revealed the three red dots crossed by a line, hidden on the side of your ring finger.

“I bet it doesn’t match, does it?” you asked, already disappointed.

But Ben’s eyes seemed glued to the mark on your finger, and you wondered why. His expression was unreadable.

He let go of your hand, and you hated yourself for feeling so disappointed to be rejected. You hated your throat for tightening, and your lungs for pushing out every molecule of air, and your eyes for watering. You were ready to look away to hide your reaction, when Ben lifted his left hand before you, separated his fingers.

You stopped breathing altogether.

Three dots crossed by a red line…

When you looked into his eyes again, none of you were able to move or say anything. You needed a moment to take it all in.

“So… it’s you,” you let the words out in a breath, shaky and fragile and hesitant.

But Ben answered with a smile, withheld tears making his eyes shine.

“Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

You brushed a tear away as you laughed.

“Smooth.”

“Not really. I’ll work on that.”

“It’s okay. I kind of like that cheesy style.”

You both chuckled, his hand falling to hold onto yours again.

“So… what do we do now?” you asked, shaking.

Ben shrugged, and you could hear in his voice that he was struggling to stay calm as well.

“I mean… I reckon you should definitely accept that offer for a coffee.”

You both let out a laugh.

You turned around as loud shouts echoed through the park, coming from the party that was still raging near the mansion. It gave him a moment to take a deep breath, to finally calm his nerves, at least a little bit. At least, enough to speak again.

“But I think that for tonight… a dance sounds like a nice beginning. What do you think?”

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15 questions for 15 friends

thank you friend @sky-kenobye for the tag <3<3

1. Are you named after anyone?

nope, but me and my brother's given names put together is the name of a mythical animal!

2. When was the last time you cried?

like, just now, oops

3. Do you have kids?

nope!

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I play badminton for my uni :)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

sometimes? a lot less now than before I think

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

oh my god this might sound bad but. it's always whether they're asian, because I'm east asian and this city is very much predominantly white. every time I see them i'm like "oh hey hello"

7. What's your eye colour?

dark brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

sad endings? XD naw I'd much rather happy endings, I think.

9. Any talents?

oh my god. I really don't think so haha

10. Where were you born?

*gestures vaguely* somewhere yonder in the sun

11. What are your hobbies?

I'm so boring these days! I play badminton I write I sketch sometimes and I yell at my laptop/the houseplant/the wall. and I also like to cuddle with the neighbour's cat :)

12. Do you have any pets?

the neighbour's cat XD (that's a no)

13. How tall are you?

exactly the height of a badminton net when I'm in my shoes. it's how I can tell whether they're set up properly.

14. Favourite subject in school?

I honestly don't remember but I think I was the best at maths

15. Dream job?

any job will do. we'll dream when I figure out how to sleep. in all seriousness, I'd like to teach at a university some day. it's one of those things you're scared will disappear once you talk about it out loud, so I'll leave it at that.

oh my, 15 people is a lot! no pressure, and I'm sure many of you are tagged already, so consider this me saying hi! @usakostar @deathbyobiwan @ayceofcard @tenevora @somethingsteff @palfriendpatine66 @heretolurkandnothingmore @amadwinter @willameena @to-proudly-go @thequeerlibrarian @dioscouroi @starwalkertales @grapenehifics @piecesofeden11

#tag game!

[gltzgghln]

hello. I've been filling my assigned sketchbook with bright shadows development!

First pic is me playing around with the design of an earlier character named Kulakesa (previously "Kulagrester"), a Hancock's flatworm alien from kulupu telo who is married to a mayor. Because most of the people on Chonar have wings as their middle pair of limbs, I came up with a design of Kulakesa having big winglike fins for swimming. His flappy carpet body made the final cut however

the beaked critter swimming above is something i originally designed when i was in high school called a seagle. like sea eagle. not very original but they're marine snails filling the niches of different birds. not every snail in kulupu telo fills a bird niche however

flora and fungus in kulupu telo are taken up by different types of algae and sessile fauna. caulerpa-like grasses, oomycete toadstools, bryozoa bushes, and grape vine-shaped kelp. a weed resembling the mermaid's wineglass was cultivated and bred to be used as Actual wineglasses. the toadstools are safe to eat and frequently foraged for!

a new idea i had for kulupu telo at one point was like. Giant diatom biomes. like super shiny glossy beaches full of huge algal forests covered in glass. the sand and big diatoms are harvested for food, plankton, and glass

third picture is of some kulupu telo civilians building a house, alongside roughs of how tall buildings would look in kulupu telo. my original idea for an underwater world on chonar was for the buildings to be these tall pillars on top of each other that you could just swim through. I think I was inspired by... southside reef from shark tale. kulupu telo is now on the back of a continent-sized sea monster, so i switched it to amorphous houses made of mucus, sand, algae, bones, shells, etc all tightly packed so they can withstand the currents of the sea and little movements of soweli ma (the sea monster they live on top of)

not every house on kulupu telo contains these exact materials, and sometimes the use of these materials depends on cultural significance of the building. kulupu telo architecture is still wip wip wip wip wip

sessile invertebrates fill the niche of trees. the "fruit" on the worm trees are its eggs. They're based on earthworm egg cocoons and feel/taste like silkworm pupae. sometimes they're cracked open for the stuff inside like a bird egg and sometimes the whole thing is cooked like a legume. sea lily and anemone-like organisms act like BIIIGGG flowers that get both energy from food and the sun! i imagine if the big sea lilies were all in a field they would sometimes get up n migrate to spots where there r more critters to eat. ppl who want these as houseplants simply put them on a rock near a window and the lily and/or anemone can take in light and act as pest control

#art #my art #artists on tumblr #kulakesa (oc) #wete (oc) #kulupu telo #bright shadows #oc talk #speculative biology #speculative evolution #creature design #character design #original character #original characters #worldbuilding #sketch

[transuncletaylor]

15 people, 15 questions

Thank you @transboyzuko for tagging me 💜

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am! I was named after a little girl who went to the same pool my family had gone to and my mom liked the name. She said whether I was a girl or a boy, Taylor was going to be my name. So I got to use it as both

2. When was the last time you cried?

Saturday 🥲 it's been a rough time lately, but I think things are going to get better soon

3. Do you have kids?

Just my three baby bunnies 🐰🐇🦘

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I played soccer as a kid and tennis. Now I just play it cool

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Noooo, not at all

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I had to think on this one, but I think age and gender? I'm a southern boy and so when I approach clerks or do the southern hello when walking by people, I have to think whether to use ma'am or sir with people I perceive older than me. And I'm always looking for queer people in the area so I keep an eye out when I'm out so I can tell them I like their hair/shirt. I saw a queer person on the sidewalk the other day wearing the most beautiful button down shirt and I had to go up to them like where did you get that

7. What's your eye color?

It's dark brown, almost black, which sounds cliche. But they are hella dark and twinkle and I like to look at my eyes in a mirror

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm banned from watching scary movies, so happy endings

9. Any talents?

Drawing! And can I count crafting? I have done knitting, crochet, needlepoint, wood burning, jewelry making, painting, sewing, soap making, diy model kits. I can make anything with my hands and pick up the skills rather fast

10. Where were you born?

Texas, unfortunately

11. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, sleeping, yoga, houseplants care, reading, my crafts, being cute

12. Do you have any pets?

Kiwi 🥝, Toffee 🍫, and Dusty ☁️. My three arsehole rabbits that I love so dearly who would sell me out for dried cranberries in a heartbeat

13. How tall are you?

I'm a short king, 5'3" or 160cm

14. Favorite subject in school?

Ohh this is a tie between German or History. I love learning history, but my high school German teacher was wild. I remember in AP German she would be like I'm going to take a nap, here's a pass to go do whatever. And it was during one of the three lunch periods, so that was fun

15. Dream job?

Trophy husband. Or rabbit rescue owner. Goodness, I do not want to work, someone please marry me and let me be a house husband. But if I had to choose? Working with international students in higher education or LGBT Centers

Tagging the first 15 people that pop up, but you don't have to do it if you don't want! And if I didn't tag you and you wanna, please do!

@iliedaboutthechocolates @unacaritafeliz @onmyliteraturebullshitagain @naberriesamidala @obnoxiouslykit @whenyourfavouritedies @fixationsbigandsmall @chitsangenthusiast @chiptrillino @zukoisblorbo @marriedzukka @that-was-anticlimactic @thebespectacledhyacinth @ld-link-sixteen @chiliger

#ask games #taylor talks

[elvisqueso]

behold, my fixation

(hc's under the cut)

listen. i've been fucked up over a completely self-indulgent modern au of these two for a week and i need to expel all the headcanons i've stockpiled or i will actually lose my shit. so this is both '''''canon''''' p/js and the modern au i made up.

pocahontas is demi in both; she had a healthy libido, but she doesn't experience much sexual attraction to others. once she does, tho, it's like a switch goes off and she finds the physical act of love a very fulfilling part of her relationship. i also hc that the other person she's had sexual experience with is nakoma, although it was entirely sexual on her end and not at all romantic (nakoma had a crush on her tho. got a lil messy there). in modern au, she's transgender and what you might call 'fully transitioned.' she prefers to remain stealth, but will talk about her experience in certain circles if she feels comfortable enough to do so (mostly, she's only comfortable talking to john or nakoma about it).

john has a lot going on. he's bi and isn't too conflicted about it in either canon, but in modern au he grew up in a very heteronormative community and family so he has a lil gender crisis going on. he thinks of himself as 'part guy, part not-guy.' they don't really have the benefit of a vocabulary to work this out on their own, so it's a little nebulous. i wanted some 'messy gendered' john, what can i say?

big spoon-little spoon

john is basically made to be big spoon, and pocahontas likes being all snug, but she can step up easily if john's feelin a lil fragile (modern au this happens more often bc of the ptsd i gave him. heehee ;3 ).

lends clothes-borrows clothes

pocahontas can and has borrowed/stolen every piece of clothing john owns.

pet names

pocahontas tends to lean towards using more 'proper' names and addresses just in general; pet names were never much of a thing so much as nicknames were growing up. john, on the other hand, will use a pet name for a houseplant.

introverted-extroverted

pocahontas is quite introverted, and tends to go off on her own a lot to recharge after a big run of interactions (this happens a lot in modern au due to her job). john is generally extroverted, but he can get tired of putting on a 'show' for people after a while.

affection through words-actions

they both use a fairly balanced amount of words and actions, although pocahontas tends to vocalize her feelings more, and john has a big 'acts of service' thing going on once he's got the traction for it.

confessions

john's self esteem is in the ground, so he never confesses first. he just deprioritizes his own feelings in favor of other peoples', so he'll just...not say anything, and assume he'll be told to 'leave' when he's not wanted around anymore. pocahontas confesses to him when she figures this out, and realizes she has to spell it out for him that yES she wants him around oh my god

BUGS

these are pro-bug dorks who will take selfies with the bug before releasing it gently into the wild.

driving

both can drive but neither are particularly good. pocahontas has a motorcycle tho and she's very good on that.

cooking

these two are equally useless when it comes to domestic chores in general, because they get very impatient and lose focus. they literally have to have someone babysitting them throughout any chore or task like cooking or they will Fail so everything from cooking to cleaning the bathroom they HAVE to do together because it's the only way anything will get done. they rely heavily on takeout and nakoma cooking for them, but they do that 'hello fresh' type thing sometimes and it's a whole evening of them following directions to maybe succeed in making something edible. john is only slightly more capable bc he has one (1) sandwich and one (1) recipe for pulled pork that he can pull off on his own.

PDA

this was supposed to be a dual-colored dot lmao but they are equally disgusting as like the type of couple that forgets other people are Watching and will make out in a public park.

protectiveness

pocahontas is generally more protective only bc she knows john doesn't prioritize his own safety/LIFE and will get himself injured if he thinks he can protect someone else. john is closer to chill only bc he generally knows pocahontas is Highly capable of taking care of herself and doesn't really need him to protect her (although he would absolutely die for her if it came down to it)

relationship experience

john actually has some experience, although never anything too serious. pocahontas, being demi and fairly aloof, never had a real relationship before, so she sometimes feels insecure about her part of the relationship.

horny levels

like i said before, pocahontas has a very healthy libido, but low sexual attraction, so once the engine starts in her relationship with john, she's generally On It most of the time. john (being a healthy young man himself) is p happy to try and keep up, but if he's just not able to get there for some reason (overstimulated, depressed, just not feelin the mojo), pocahontas is very good about winding back down to non-sexual forms of affection.

awkwardness levels

they're both fairly awkward people, actually, when you think about it, but in different ways, and in different situations. overall, they balance each other's awkwardness out and make a v good team, socially.

jealousy levels

the aforementioned total absence of john's self esteem also contribute to his lack of jealous tendencies (also, to him, someone else paying a lot of attention to pocahontas is just...normal. like if someone wasn't enchanted by her he'd think they were a lil crazy, kinda way). pocahontas on the other hand, due to her insecurities, can get pretty jealous over john. she's very self-aware about it though, and can curb it with some effort, but she can get too much in her head about it sometimes.

here's the full version of that pic btw:

this is how i envision their relationship.

#pocahontas x john smith #pocajohn #p/js #i couldn't stop thinking about this all day #pls ask me about my stupid headcanons for this ship and the modern au #pls tell me your headcanons #also that meme is a little hard to draw bc the twink pose has the head at such an odd angle #and i'm rusty. and linework is hard. #and i'm trying to work out how to translate these two into my own style. it's...going.

[quellawrites]

Cupid's spines

Square and prompt: B2, Miscommunication

Title: Cupid's spines

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 2078

Ship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Additional tags: Alternate Universe- Modern Setting, Alternate Universe- Human, Getting Together, Attempt at Humor, Mild Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, First Meetings

Summary:

The thing is ugly. It’s roundish and bumpy and its spines are black and irregular. The more Hob looks at it, the more he’s impressed by how truly horrid it looks.

He reaches out and picks it up, careful to not hurt himself with the damn spines. “Perfect,” he murmurs to himself.

“Excellent find,” a deep and beautiful voice says, making him almost jump. “You have chosen a magnificent specimen.”

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Or, Hob is set on finding the ugliest gift for the head of his department and things (don't) go as planned.

Link to AO3

Written for @dreamlingbingo

Chapter 1-Cupid's arrows come in all shapes.

Hob parks his convertible in front of the garden centre and gets out, swearing under his breath at the sheer size of it. He can see at least four greenhouses from his car and he’s sure his brilliant idea to buy his head of department a plant for her birthday is going to lose him at least one hour and a headache.

The Dreaming, the sign reads. Home of happy plants.

Hob shakes his head at the notion that plants of all things can be happy while he barely holds himself together and steps into the first greenhouse.

A woman is tending to some orchids. There are rows after rows of them, of different sizes, shapes, and colours. 

The temperature is humid in there and even Hob with his black thumb knows it’s perfectly tailored to the plants’ needs. 

If the humidity wasn’t bothering him enough, the mosquitos zooming all over the place are a bloody nightmare, and really, maybe it serves him right for having the brilliant idea to come here in the first place. If he’d gone with Johanna’s idea to buy Ethel a box of chocolates or a nice bottle of wine, he’d already be done with it.

But no, he didn’t want to buy Ethel Cripps something actually nice, so he decided to go with a plant. The uglier and the more complicated to care for, the better.

Hob swears under his breath as he feels one of the little bloodsucking beasts biting at his ankle–and how the bloody hell can they get past his trousers?–and another one at the back of his neck. On instinct, he slams a hand over the nape of his neck and the sound resonates through the place. 

The woman turns, startled by the noise and to her credit, she doesn’t laugh. She greets him with a polite smile. Her name tag reads, Lucienne . “Can I help you, sir?”

“Uh, hello, I need to buy a gift.” 

She politely nods. “Did you have anything in mind?”

“Not really.”

“Can you tell me something about the recipient?”

“Well,” Hob says, trying to think of something about Ethel that’s not the bloody witch he wants to say. “She’s my colleague.”

“She doesn’t like flowers,” he adds feeling only a slight twinge of guilt at the lie, because if he’s forced to buy a gift for Ethel Cripps, he sure as hell will not buy her something as pretty as an orchid.

“We have gorgeous house plants in Jessamy’s greenhouse, the next one over,” the woman, Lucienne, says without losing stride. “And a wide array of cacti and succulents in the one after that. Don’t bother going further because you’ll only find more flowers, herbs, and vegetable seedlings in the last three greenhouses.”

“Thank you,” Hob says and heads toward the exit, waiting until he’s out of the greenhouse to wipe the sweat off his forehead and scratch at some of the dozens of mosquito bites he’s got. 

He glances inside the next greenhouse, but even the flowerless houseplants are too nice of a gift for Ethel, especially after having to suffer through a full scale mosquito attack. 

He ends up going straight toward the third greenhouse because he figures an ugly cactus would perfectly represent the thorn in his side she’s been for the last five years. 

The place seems to be empty. It’s not as humid as the orchid greenhouse, and Hob thanks the heavens for it. He glances around himself and can’t help but notice how neatly arranged everything is. Rows upon rows of long tables, each of them holding hundreds of plants, a white label with their name sticking out of every pot. It appeals to the part of him that wishes he could be capable of such organisation instead of amassing trinkets at every turn.

A bite on his ankle brings him out of his musings and he surreptitiously tries to scratch the itch as he walks past the rows of succulents and heads straight to the cacti. Some of them are kind of pretty and he walks past those as well, until he’s facing the ugly cacti with the longer spines. 

Perfect, he thinks as his eyes roam over the plants, searching for the ideal gift. 

Up close, he notices every name label is written in a neat and flowery cursive. 

Ferocactus Glaucescens , one of them reads. It’s an ugly thing with impressive spines and Hob smiles to himself and thinks he may already have found the perfect gift for Ethel.

He’s about to pick it up when he notices it. 

Euphorbia Horrida . 

It couldn’t have had a more fitting name. The thing is ugly. It’s roundish and bumpy and its spines are black and irregular. The more Hob looks at it, the more he’s impressed by how truly horrid it looks. 

He reaches out and picks it up, careful to not hurt himself with the damn spines. “Perfect,” he murmurs to himself, out loud this time. 

“Excellent find,” a deep and beautiful voice says, making him almost jump. “You have chosen a magnificent specimen.”

Hob is about to laugh when his eyes land on the man. The gorgeous man that’s standing in front of him and that, for some reason, seems to like the atrocity Hob is holding.

The man is wearing total black and he looks more suitable to attend a goth party than tending to a greenhouse, Hob thinks. 

He desperately tries to divert his attention from his long legs, clad in trousers so tight they seem sewn on him. But focusing his attention on the stranger’s face doesn’t seem to be any better for he looks so beautiful he’s almost ethereal and Hob is sure he would slice his thumb open if he were to run it over the man’s cheekbones. His gorgeous blue eyes are enhanced by subtly and artfully applied dark eyeliner. 

He probably is one of the most attractive men Hob has seen in his whole bloody life and he’s looking in awe at the monstrosity in Hob’s hands.

Hob bites back the laugh and whatever remark he was about to make and nods. “Truly magnificent,” he lies.

The stranger smiles. It’s the bare hint of a smile, small and barely there but Hob finds he rather likes what it does to the man's face, how it softens his sharp features.  “Not everyone can recognise beauty when they see it.”

“Their loss,” Hob says, trying to keep a straight face and absolutely avoiding looking at the horror in his hand. 

“Their loss indeed,” the man murmurs and reaches out to straighten a pot on the nearest shelf and Hob can’t help but notice his long, elegant fingers. After hesitating just a beat, the man adds, “I have never seen you here before.” 

“First time,” Hob admits and to keep the conversation going, he stupidly asks, “You work here?”

“I do own the place,” the stranger says, pointing at a name tag that reads, King of the Dreaming. At Hob’s raised eyebrow, he adds, “It is a running joke between my staff.”

Hob smiles, thinking that for all intents and purposes this man looks indeed like a king, like royalty. Feeling bold, he asks, “And does Your Majesty have a name?”

The man smiles a cryptic little smile and says, “Perhaps.”

“I’m Hob,” Hob impulsively says and wants to bite his tongue at his own forwardness.  To make up for it, he stupidly adds, “And this place looks impressive. So many plants!” 

The man acknowledges Hob’s introduction with a small nod but instead of introducing himself in return, he tells Hob about the garden centre.

Hob learns that the stranger–besides being the owner–grows some of the cacti himself. He learns that the man is so passionate about his cacti that he designs new hybrids and he is proud of his creations. 

“That’s impressive,” Hob says. “And you sell them?”

“Some of them,” the man says. “I must confess that it is hard to part from my best creations. Most of them end up enriching my private collection.”

“Must be hard to take care of all of them,” Hob points out and, sweeping his hands around himself in a wide gesture, adds, “In addition to these.”

“Oh, it is a pleasure,” the man answers. ‘’You know that soil and water are everything. Once you have taken care of them, they do not require too much care."

Hob knows nothing but nods anyway because he’s too deep in his lies by now. “Soil and water, yeah.”

“What kinds of inerts do you use?” the stranger asks. 

“Uh,” Hob says, trying to look like he knows what he’s talking about. “You know, the, uh, usual.”

“Ah,” the man says, tilting his head to the side as if to assess Hob. “A traditionalist. I must admit I am a bit of one myself, but once in a while I like to experiment with new kinds of substrates. I am currently waiting for a delivery of a fibre-based inert and I cannot wait to try it with my Ariocarpus.”

What the fuck is an Ariocarpus? Hob wants to ask. He nods seriously instead, pretending to understand everything the man has been saying. “Yeah. Next time, let me know how it goes.”

“But of course,” the man answers, smiling one of his lovely little smiles at Hob and all right, perhaps Hob has a tendency to fall arse over tits too quickly but it may very well be the most beautiful thing Hob has ever seen. “I am looking forward to seeing you again and tell you the results of my experiments.”

“Right. Thanks,” Hob says, perking up a little at the prospect of another chance of talking to this beautiful man but also aware that he’s going to need an excuse to visit if he wants to see him again. “I should be going,” he reluctantly adds, glancing at his watch. “You know, work engagement.”

“I will not keep you from your duties, then,” the man says, leading Hob out of the greenhouse and into a smaller room lined with shelves of products and two small cash registers. 

Behind one of them, sits a blond man in sunglasses but instead of bringing Hob’s purchase to him, the beautiful stranger walks to the second register and motions Hob forward..

The man rings Hob’s plant up in silence and then reaches down under the counter and hands Hob a pair of gardening gloves, wrapped in clear plastic. “On the house,” he says, glancing at the plant. “For the repotting. I am sure you already have adequate gloves, but these are a fairly new release, with thicker pads. You are going to need the extra padding if you are going to deal with that beauty.”

“Thank you,” Hob says, genuinely touched by the kind gesture. He’s pretty glad he’s not actually going to have to deal with the plant at all but he’s touched nonetheless.

“You are quite welcome, Hob,” the man says, rewarding Hob with another smile. “Take good care of it.”

"I will," Hob says and the lie makes him slightly squirm with guilt. 

Hob is ready to go to the fucking party. He checks himself over in the mirror, adjusts his tie because the heavens forbid something’s out of place, and heads toward the living room to retrieve the plant. 

He grabs it and he’s about to turn around and go when his mind conjures up the image of the stranger’s face, of his small smiles, of the awe in his eyes as he looked at the bloody thing.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters to himself but he ends up putting the horrid plant back on the windowsill.  

He has to stop to buy a fancy box of chocolates Ethel doesn’t deserve and ends up late to the party. 

When he gets back home, a little tipsy and a lot tired, he points to the cactus. “I hate you,” he says.

A shower and a sobering cup of tea later, the internet tells him his new plant needs well draining soil and scarce water. There’s also a consensus about the dangers of saucers that leads Hob to remove the paper plate he’s been using as such. 

“You’re going to get dirt all over the windowsill,” he tells the plant. 

The plant stares back at him in all of its spiny ugliness. 

Hob heaves a defeated sigh and goes to bed. 

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #fanfiction #dreamling bingo #my writing

[anulithots]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "anulithots "?

Hello!!!! Thanks for the ask!!

First the name anulithots - yes, it does have a story... in fact, this blog was originally supposed to be just for the story/writeblr and then JJK took over my brain.

Here fae is:

The overthinking, morbid storytelling, extremely clingy houseplant. Faer name is Anuli and fae's technically the protagonist for the Land of the Fallen Fairies - a story about happiness chasing.

(Anuli in particular is about overthinking so much that reality happens in the background, losing the happy childhood to mistakes caused by aloof-ness, and trying to change yourself (quick fixes) so that way you actually deserve a happy ending).

Anuli is also supposed to be a character that thinks as much as I do and we're both hyperfixated on storytelling.

(copy and pasting from intro post):

The Land of the Fallen Fairies.

A nature-themed commentary on the pursuit of happiness and fixing yourself to deserve that happiness, told by an overthinking, unreliable, houseplant narrator.

Zine

TW: self-hatred, suicidal thoughts, and self-deprecation, self-harm. (mostly for Anuli, the others are fairly safe all around <3)

NOW FOR FICS-

Like Father, Like son, by @eternalglitch (rottmnt). The infamous rottmnt fic that I've read 3+ times.

Creation, haunted and holy by @greenglowsgold (rottmnt) (Walk inside the void is also really good)

When I say that Creation, haunted and Holy broke me, I mean that it changed the way I write, changed the way my brain works, changed the way I look at the world. It is so ridiculously good, and wholesome and wonderous. (Apparently I got that word from this fic, and it's my favorite)

carapace <- a fic that's really really accurate to Donnie's pov and has a cool concept and storyline! (rottmnt)

Things that ought to crawl (rottmnt)

@justrustandstardust's fics. All of them (... that I can read) (jjk)

Everything by @tangledinink and Cass's apocalypse series by @somerandomdudelmao (rottmnt)

There must be something in the water (rottmnt)

Every night the longest day (rottmnt)

Two-headed calf is also really sad and wholesome (jjk)

I'm open to recommendations for any wholesome JJK fics. Found family especially. Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles was my first fandom I read fanfic for, and I only read fanfic off of recs that people have on tumblr.

Thank you again for the ask!

#fic rec #the land of the fallen fairies #anuli the dryad #fanfic #fanfiction

[junoshusband]

hii jupiter! can i have uhh 9 15 & 31

hello!!! :-)

9. What sounds or scents calm you down?

sounds: rain. my friend's voices. a lot of songs but especially florence + the machine ones

smells: rain again! freshly baked bread. the smell of cooking strawberries. & my orange scented perfume that i wear everywhere :-)

15. Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

there's a couple houseplants in the house but they're more so my parents' plants than mine & none of them are named. but when i move out i hope to have an indoor herb garden in the kitchen and maybe i'll name those!

31. What’s the last music video you watched?

omg i'm SO glad you asked because i really loved the last one i watched

it was this one!!! i love animated music videos and this one made me cry fuck i felt it in my chest. it's just so sad and eerie. it's a love story between a dog and a doll he found abandoned on a bench, and (in my reading at least) he never means to hurt her (wishing you! were kind enough to be cruuuuuel about it!) but he's a dog. they tear apart fabric with their teeth. and maybe thats how she justifies staying until she falls apart. but it still hurts like hell. augh

#asks #boygenius #ramblings #thank you for the ask!!!! #nice to see you swing by my inbox :-)

[steelycunt]

🥑 +🍄 + 🍬 + 🔪 + 🏜 + 🍦 for the ask game pleaseeee. if it’s not too late. perchance.

hello my princess angel..

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

YOU. and also laura and lana..i would text the ward. between us we could get it sorted out + also laura could actually come over to help..we'd be fine..

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

um. struggling to think of anything so itll probably be one ive already shared with you because i share every waking thought i have with you always…i think s is a very twitchy sleeper he jerks about a lot and he even talks sometimes but you can’t really make out what he’s saying. r is a heavy sleeper unless he’s sick but he also runs extremely hot he’s like a furnace and sometimes he snores but only softly..

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

james would go by jim/jimmy and he would like it. something many of you are simply going to have to come to terms with

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

so much...its gotten so unserious so often...spent a lot of time researching like. history of linoleum of popularity of various houseplants through the years...probably though the nichest stuff ive done is stuff for the pride au rn. researched 1970s welsh rugby and also just everything about british mining about which i now know far too much including differences between different mining slang terms based on region...for perhaps one reference in 90 thousand words that will actually even make it in..

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

any...i love them all they all make me smile...it is nice when people pick out specific things they liked though thats very thoughtful and i appreciate it a lot : ^ )

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

i dont know if there are many i hate rather than there is just a pure and total indifference to all of them bar like. four of them. i suppose s' brother...but i dont even hate him i just think what hes become sucks so much...but i think he can be very interesting and a lot of fun if done well. and i think he provides an interesting backdrop for s as a character. and um. i love the joy that he brings you. so im grateful for that..

#ren tag #ask game #r/s

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader)

Chapter 8 - Love and Care

synopsis: slasher attacks are occurring more and more around ikebukuro, and when anri gets caught in the crosshairs, you commit yourself to keeping your friends safe. that is, until its not just your friends that need protecting.

word count: 3,554

warnings: canon-typical violence, saika stuff, knives etc.

"and i pour my heart a new foundation but it don't set hard, it just stays shaking and i scratch my name, i scratch my name in but it don't set hard, it gets mixed back in,,

o my heart - mother mother

Anri was never very quick to answer your texts. You didn't hold it against her, assuming that she was just the type of person that didn't check her phone very often. Right now, though, you wished she had checked it all the time, took less than a minute to respond. As your vision of the phone screen blurs, you realize that your hands are trembling. For the love of god, please answer, Anri!!

Kanra: Did you guys hear? Rumor has it, some first years at Raira were attacked by the slasher!

You and Setton both left hastily before Kanra could explain more. The pounding of your heart could practically be heard in your ears as you quickly texted your younger friend. Was she okay?? Were the boys okay?? The girl had yet to get back to you and every minute that passed was excruciating. After a while, you decided that calling could be better. Pressing the phone to your ear, you chewed your lip anxiously. It rang...and rang.... and rang.... and rang...

"Hello?" You could cry.

"Anri!! I'm so glad that you're okay!! I just heard about the slashing that happened and I got so worried about you and the boys! None of you were involved, were you? No one got hurt?"

There's a brief silence and your heart drops. "...Masaomi and Mikado are fine, they had nothing to do with it. I'm fine too, I promise...but I was there during the attack."

"What!? Where are you right now??" You try to keep your voice level to avoid stressing her out further, but it takes a lot of effort.

"I'm at the police station. Mikado and Masaomi are about to walk me home."

That was good, there was someone there to comfort her. You sigh, happy to have at least slightly calmed your nerves. "Okay, well I'd hate to get you worked up after all of that. Hope you get home alright, and sleep well!" You wish you could see her right now. Hopefully, surrounded by her friends, she could smile and find it in herself to recover. "Oh, and Anri?"

"Hm?"

"Wait for me the next time school let's out, okay? I'm going to walk you home."

...

"E-Excuse me, miss!!"

A tall, disheveled man with kind eyes stands before you. He's almost apologetic, as if he had to muster up the courage to approach you. "Yes, can I help you?" You were currently out running errands. Part of the independent life also came with the maintenance of your entire apartment. A lightbulb needed to be replaced, you needed a new filter for your air conditioning, and you accidentally broke one of the vases holding your favorite houseplant. Amidst all the chaos, the domestic task was definitely therapeutic. However, you guess that a day can't go by where something interesting doesn't happen. "Would you happen to be (Y/N) Brigall?"

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers. Who was this man--a stalker? Was he here to hurt you? You were in broad daylight, surrounded by people. Surely no one would be foolish enough to try such a thing! "I-I'm sorry... have we met? How do you know me?" you ask, carefully inching away from the man. He seems to panic at this, holding up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Please don't be alarmed! It was a guess, I was searching for a young, fashionably-dressed foreign woman." He reads this from a notepad he had pulled from the pocket of his trench coat. "Embarrassingly enough, it did take me a couple of tries to find you, but I'm so glad I did!"

To your relief, he explains that he is Shuuji Niekawa, a reporter for a tabloid called Tokyo Warrior. So he was in journalism, how exciting!! He gains more confidence from your positive response. It was most certainly the kindest response he had gotten to that introduction. Maybe he should have turned to more women after-all. "I'm working on a new column and I am on the hunt for the strongest guy-- er, person in Ikebukuro and I was wondering if you'd be open to helping me out?" You light up at the idea of being in a magazine. Granted, Tokyo Disaster may be different from all of the fashion tabloids you read, but it was something!

"Hm, who do I think is the strongest person in Ikebukuro? Well, I'm sure you've heard over and over about Shizuo Heiwajima, but I know this one guy, he's super underrated! His name is Ky--!"

"Oh, no! Sorry, maybe I wasn't clear enough." He stops you. You quirk an eyebrow at him in confusion. How else were you supposed to help? "I wanted to hear from you as a candidate! As the woman who won in a fight with the Shizuo Heiwajima!" What?? Sorry, what did you do?? You don't realize that you've burst into laughter, garnering the attention of many passerby. Regaining your composure, you apologize to the man.

"Sorry--Mr. Niekawa? It seems that we've been caught up in a bit of a misunderstanding."

"What? No, it can't be! I have several eyewitness accounts of you taking a direct hit from Shizuo Heiwajima and coming out victorious!"

"See, that's not true-- I had to see a doctor afterwards! I didn't even land a hit on the guy, how does that count as winning a fight?" The man's face drops, his kind eyes now pleading. It breaks your heart,  how desperate he seems.

"W-well, if these people seemed to think so, then anyone reading the column would think so! Not everything in every column is completely true. Please, give me something."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not comfortable lying to so many people. I wish you the best with finishing your column!" You speed away from him, avoiding his disappointed gaze. That poor guy, he must really need this column to work out. You had meant it, hopefully he gets the best interview in the world and the column becomes world famous.

Now, you had a houseplant to find!

...

The guilt of snubbing that guy from earlier was still getting to you. Maybe if you could help him in another way, you'd feel better!

Sora:  Have you guys heard of this tabloid called Tokyo Warrior ? Taro Tanaka: That action magazine? Are you into that kind of thing, Sora? Setton: I think I've heard of what you're talking about, Sora. Sora: I haven't exactly read it before, but I've heard there's a new column coming out! Sora: "The Strongest Man in Ikebukuro."  Sounds cool, doesn't it? I'll definitely be giving it a look when it comes out! Kanra: I dunno if you'll ever get to, Sora. Sora: What? What do you mean? Kanra: Haven't you guys heard? The Slasher took its next victim! Kanra: Shuuji Niekawa--a reporter for that magazine. Kanra: Wasn't he the one writing that column??

It feels as though your heart is in your throat. The feeling that overcomes you is hard to describe, but nausea wouldn't be far off. Your fingers are frozen, unable to type any of the questions swirling around in your head. Luckily, Setton expresses your exact thoughts.

Setton: Is he okay!? Taro Tanaka: Setton, do you know him? Setton: No... Setton: Now that I've heard his name, I remember that I really like his articles. Taro Tanaka: Really scary, though. Taro Tanaka: Sora, are you okay? Sounds like you were a fan.

You wish you could meet Taro. He seemed like such a cool guy, always looking out for others. Setton was the same. Kanra was... a character. If you all planned to meet one day, you guess she'd have to be invited too...

Sora: Yes, no worries!! I just hope that, whoever is behind this, they get caught soon. Setton: Yeah, I hope the cops catch him.

Saika has entered the chat.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Not this person again. She(?) had joined the chat before, but all she did was spam a bunch of creepy jargon--stuff about 'loving' and 'cutting'. It was very unsettling. You thought that Kanra had blocked her or something.

Kanra: SHE'S BACK!!!! џ(ºДºџ) Saika: Cut. Today. Kanra: I'm the one that wants to cut YOU. Saika: But not yet. Someone strong. Setton: Saika, how are you? Kanra: No point talking to it, it won't respond! Saika: Sure that I have to cut. Taro Tanaka: This is creepy. Sora: I might have nightmares about this... Taro Tanaka: Yeah, with all this cutting talk, maybe SHE'S the Slasher! Kanra: Not a chance! Saika: Someone strong. Saika: Need to love them. It is my goal. Saika: Yes, my goal to love.

God, what sort of messed up person was behind this? Perhaps it was a bot or some sort of virus. Honestly, nothing real would talk so openly about stuff so ridiculous. It was some sort of comfort to know it was all probably some silly prank. You're pulled from your thoughts by Saika's continued rambling. The appearance of a certain name makes your heart stop.

Saika: Shizuo. Setton: Huh? Sora: What!? Saika: Shizuo Heiwajima. Taro Tanaka: Saika, are you a friend of Shizuo Heiwajima? Saika: Heiwajima. Saika: Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima. Saika: Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo.

Your blood runs cold at the sight of your friend's name over and over. Just by looking at the text, you could see that Saika was in a frenzy, rabid over the idea of Shizuo. Something like that--it couldn't be a bot. It couldn't get any worse.

Saika:  But i need more. More strength. Saika: Someone strong. Someone Stronger Saika: (Y/N). Setton: WHAT!? Taro Tanaka: How do you know (Y/N)??? Saika: (Y/N) Brigall. Saika: Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Saika: (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N). Saika: Love Shizuo. Cut (Y/N). Saika: Mother's wish. Love. Brigall. Cut. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Saika: Shizuo. Mother's wish. (Y/N) and I. Shizuo and (Y/N). Love Love Love.

You left the chat, not bothering to say goodbye. A cold sweat overtook your body, drenching you in a matter of seconds. Why...? What had you done? Shizuo had most likely garnered all sorts of enemies, what with his profession, but you...? You had never spited anyone, you thought. Who would want to cut you... to target you like this??

That night, you slept with the covers over your head. You put on a funny podcast to fall asleep to in hopes of warding off any nightmares. The last thing you needed was another scare to psyche you out. After all, you need to walk your friends home from school tomorrow.

...

Many would find Masaomi's excessive energy to be annoying, but today, you were especially thankful for the distraction. However, not even that could distract you from how strange Anri was acting. While the girl was always quiet, there was an odd look in her eyes--she was definitely preoccupied. As Masaomi gladly filled the silence, you locked eyes with Mikado. Seemed that he noticed as well. Once the four of you reached a point where it was time to go separate ways, you decided to go with Anri.

"W-wait!" Mikado exclaims just as the two of you prepare to leave, "Maybe I should go with you!" You laugh, assuming that he's worried about Anri. However, you notice his gaze flitting between the both of you, occasionally lingering in your direction. Confused by his attention on you, you smile at him in reassurance.

"Don't be ridiculous. All that walking back and forth would be such a hassle, and it's late! Anri's house is on the way to mine, so this is just easiest. You two should definitely be safe, though." You're already taking Anri's hand and leading her away before the boy can protest anymore. Afterall, it had been a long week for the girl and she needed her rest.

Once the two of you were at a safe distance you released the girl's hand, walking at a relaxed pace beside her. "You've been quiet, Anri. I mean--you're always quiet, but I can tell something's up. Something on your mind?" Her face flushes lightly at your question. "Oh...sorry to worry you. It's nothing, I promise." It's obviously not nothing. You don't want to pry though, so you let it go. It had been a while since you had walked to Anri's place, so you let her take the lead. However, the walk goes on for way longer than you expected--maybe the walk home from the school was just longer? You don't remember having to pass a police station, though.

"Ladies, it's very late. I would encourage you both to head back home," an officer approaches the two of you, his partner in tow.

"Thank you, officer. We were just heading home."

The men kindly offered to escort the two of you. Honestly, with recent events, you weren't too opposed to the idea. However, they got a call and had to leave. You wondered if you should just wait at the box and take their offer, but Anri has already continued walking. Well, guess that idea was out of the question.

"Wonder what that fight was about? Think it was another gang?" You try to make light conversation to ease both your and her nerves. She's entertaining your sad attempts at conversation, giving short, detached answers. Well, she was probably tired. You were just glad to be here to keep her safe. However, as the thought crossed your mind, you couldn't help but wonder: what would you do if something went wrong? You weren't the best fighter and you certainly weren't that strong. The most training you had was all of those self defense videos you had binged on the internet. You reviewed them in your head--what do you do if someone came at you with a sharp weapon?? Control the distance, watch the hands, run if you can--

Your phone vibrates in your pocket. Who could be texting you at this hour? Trying not to be rude, you discreetly check it. You struggle to hold in your own gasp as you read Kyohei's text.

KYOHEI Hey. We just passed you on the road and there's this guy following you. I don't know what he could be trying to do, but it doesn't look good. Be careful.

Zeroing in on the silent night, you can hear it. Another set of footsteps trailing behind you. They were slow, but steady, in a hot pursuit. You apologize to Anri, claiming that it was an important message.

ME Thanks for looking out. If I get my friend to a safe place, anyway you can help me?

His response is immediate. You could always trust Kyohei to have your back.

KYOHEI Of course. Circling back now.

As you try to collect yourself--you were most likely in danger, but you had to keep it together for your friend's sake--you notice that Anri has stopped walking again. The two of you stood at a crosswalk, a flickering streetlamp serving as the only light. A feeling of panic overtakes you. It takes every bone in your body not to take a look at the surely approaching form behind the two of you. "A-anri, I know it's been a bit of long walk, but I'm sure there's not much longer to go! Let's keep moving," you urge her subtly, gently taking her wrist and attempting to pull her ahead. All you had to do was get her a little further, to the nearest road where the van gang could pull up. However, she didn't move much, instead shaking her head as if recovering from some sort of daze. "What am I doing...?" she mutters, eyes glued to the wall before the two of you.

The sound of heavy footfalls instantly grabs your attention, and Anri's as well. You both turn to see a man, but not just any man. It was the same disheveled man with the kind eyes that you had talked to the day prior. However, his eyes were certainly not kind now. No, now they were shining bright red, empty of any feeling. The other glaring difference about him was that he donned a glittering butcher knife, pointed at the two of you--intent to kill. Anri whimpers from beside you, no doubtedly frozen in her spot. You couldn't say you were much better. Then, you hear it. The sound of burning tires that only one angry driver could make, accompanied by the growing intensity of a white light. You pull Anri back against the wall with you, trying to increase the space between the two of you and the man, who was steadily approaching, eyes shining and knife raised above his head.

The panicked ringing in your head is almost louder than the collision of body and van. The man goes flying as the van skids to a stop, already doing it's damage. He crashes into a nearby wall, collapsing to the floor and dropping the knife. Anri breathes a sigh of relief at the same time that you do. You wrap an arm around her shoulders, thankful that the two of you were okay. Walker yells at Kyohei from a distance--something about a 'peaceful life'. You internally hope that the man was still alive. Well, as Kyohei said, it was self defense. Still, you couldn't stop the aching in your heart. He had seemed so kind when you were speaking to him.

However, the way he was up now, laughing maniacally, knife swinging in a frenzy, was anything but kind. The van gang scattered away from him, avoiding his blade. Through the space, you see his eyes lock on you and Anri. In a flash, he's speeding towards you with increasing ferocity. Everything you had tried to remember about defense against a knife was not coming in handy now. Maintain a distance? There was a wall behind you! Watch the hands? Oh, you could see them alright, and man were they fast!

"(Y/N)! Run!" It was Kyohei's voice. You turned to Anri, hands on her shoulders as you tried to push the small girl away. If she booked it to the side, he couldn't get both of you. She wouldn't budge, and though you never thought you could get mad at the girl, your frustration was steadily increasing. All she could do was stare at you with wide saucer eyes. "Anri, you have to run!" you finally yell. She shakes her head, lip trembling.

"B-but, (Y/N)...!" Her eyes switch between you and something behind you and you finally notice it. An overwhelming presence behind you, heaving uneven breaths and grunting--and a pressure in your lower back. It was uncomfortable, like someone using a singular finger to poke you uncomfortably hard. You try to see what it was, but all you see are piercing red eyes and a sick, empty smile. It's almost like you're in a movie and someone has pressed pause--how he only stares at you and you are suddenly frozen in place. However, the moment is broken when his smile drops, as if realizing something. Then he snarls at you and the pressure increases.

The sound of tires, skidding across concrete roads was loud to you ears. This skidding was not anything you had heard before. It was high pitched and weirdly reminded you of a horses whinny. Something dark flies over you, slamming into the man's face and knocking him into the same wall he had hit only moments before. Two figures land in front of you, weirdly enough, both with yellow heads.

"Sh-Shizuo?? Celty!!" you realize. Shizuo's eyes widen upon seeing you, muttering your name in astonishment. You hear Kyohei mention a 'Headless Rider' and your mind reels with so many thoughts. However, Erika shrieks, signaling that the Slasher--no way this wasn't the slasher--was up again. However, he's not as feral now, standing in place and staring you all down creepily.

"So many loves in one place...you're Shizuo Heiwajima....I've been looking for you...!" He's reeling again, swinging the knife too and fro, but he continues to ramble. "But who do I go for first...? I love you, Shizuo!! So, so, so, so, much!! But Brigall needs love too! Love, love, love Heiwajima! Love (Y/N)!"

You had been on edge all day and it had affected you physically. Trembling, sweating, throat running dry.... but the way he had said your name, how everyone's eyes darted to you--everything stopped, time stopped. It was how Saika talked... so it really had been the Slasher. As Shizuo stood there, cool as a cucumber, it was obvious just how different the two of you were. That thing was after him too, but all he did was smile one of his signature smiles, coolly saunter up to Saburo's van and... rip the door off. You could already hear Saburo's cries.

If getting hit by a van, and then a motorcycle didn't thoroughly incapacitate that man, Shizuo driving him straight into the wall with an entire van door had to. Your entire body winced at the sound of crushed bones. It was no harder than crushing a bug to him. That was one way to stop him, you guess.

#durarara #durarara x reader #drrr x reader #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #durarara imagines #anri sonohara #celty sturluson #erika karisawa #erika karisawa x reader #kyohei kadota #kyohei kadota x reader #izaya orihara x reader

[yesyourstalker]

I don't know what part this is. I wrote this at 6 am

Slight NSFW mostly implied

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Ikkan: Neta... Hey you ok?

Neta: yeah.... .. I'm fine I'm just waiting for him to leave completely..... He's such an asshole!!

Ikkan: hey come here.... Don't let him get to you okay? He doesn't know anything about you, your life and you never tried...

Neta: yeah.......he never got to see how amazing I am

Ikkan:oh you're so humble.... He doesn't know what he's missing come here [kiss] also you look good baby.... Look a lot happier... [Kiss]...Hehe...more relaxed...[kiss]

Neta: hehehe.....[kiss]

Ikkan: softer.......and warmer............

Neta:.......[smiles].....

Ikkan:........*sigh*.....[kissing]

Neta: We're alone

Ikkan: yeah we are...heheheh

Neta: no cameras

Ikkan:....... .... You want to slow dance like we used to. Remember during our first date?

Neta: oh........ Ok

Ikkan: what what did you think I was implying?

Neta: nothing nothing it's stupid come here. Let's dance just the two of us away from the commotion.

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Koi: so you must be my granddaughter... I've heard so much about you. You have straight A's, your captain on your turf war team, you play second chair

Cirrina: actually I play first chair now

Koi: wonderful!... Look at all that confidence and pride amazing... Oh look at me being so rude. Hi my name is koi koi you can call me Grandma Koi, grandma, admiral koi is also an option. I'm a former CEO now head of the advertisement for tech company venton industries.

Cirrina: weren't you the company that started out with game cards and now he's home consoles and arcades? You guys made jump squid right?

Koi: That's the one. I also dipped my foot in farm life raising krill herding sea cows some experience in going produce

Cirrina: I have a houseplant that I bought from the grocery store. I had to change its pot twice and it's taller than me now...oh I'm also skipping the grade and heading straight to high school next year.. My guidance counselor says if I'm good I can maybe even start college classes early. I'll get ahead of everyone else.

Koi: ohhh impressive... So proud to have you as a granddaughter. I see so much of myself in you. I can just tell you're going to be as powerful and successful as me.

Cirrina: I hope I do.......Grandma admiral koi.

Merv: they ran out of wine but I did snatch up the shrimp puffs They're not that bad..... Hello, who's this?

Koi: *ugh* ..... Hone... this is our granddaughter... Remember Neta told us about

Merv: ohhhhhhh nice to meet you.. you must be cirrina.... You're just as pretty as the picture he gave us. Nice to meet you sweetheart.

Cirrina: awww thank you........ Ikkan told me about you. He used to be a farmer. He told me you had acres of strawberries and would first place for best decal 3 years in a row. That's very impressive. You must know a lot about agriculture

Merv: that's correct! Wow you're really something!

Koi: I know! Ah! I just want to pick her in a bag and take her back to haddaido!

Cirrina:hehehe You're too kind..

Koi: well we have to go We're trying to find our kids. I know your uncle is somewhere.. do expect some presents to be in the mail for you sweetie. You just stole our little hearts.

Cirrina: ok bye....hehee

Mizole: You're a snake. You know that?

Cirrina: You've had spinach between your teeth the last 2 hour shut up.

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Mahi: you think that is going to be mad when we bring this?

Warabi: what's so bad about it? It's just wine?

Mahi: when he expected us to bring drinks He expected it to be in bottles Something you just place on the table make it look nice

Warabi: Oh come on the parties like going to be over in like 4 more hours. We need something like this, that's why I bought five.....for the party

Mahi: We're definitely not going to use all of this. He just wanted one in the apartment

Candi: If he says anything I'm not involved.

Mahi: Baja! Help us bring this in

Baja: ok uhhh what is this exactly

Warabi: its for the party trust me

Baja: ok....

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Neta: so yeah apparently I've been a captain for the military for 7 years and they didn't tell me- what the hell is this? what happened to the bottles of wine you were supposed to get??

Warabi: didn't have any I just so we just bought the barrel of wine. Five of them. I feel like that's enough right?

Neta: get a little too much where we even going to put this

Mahi: we can just put in the back and have waiters fill up cups

Candi: or you can just have all the guests fill up their own cups

Ikkan: That's not a bad idea...

Neta:....*sigh* ....... Yeah okay that's fine..... I'm gone for 2 minutes and y'all turn this into a keg party

Baja: You've actually gone for 45 minutes

Neta: ............ Just set up the barrels....

Ikkan: hehehehe...... Tonight is still early. Come on, let the guests have a little fun.. it'll be funny seeing some of these producers get drunk off their ass.

Koi: I hope one of them isn't you honey

Ikkan: mom! Uh hah.....wooow so good to see you!...... Neta didn't tell me.... He was inviting my parents. Mmmmm

Koi: well I think it would be nice to spend the holidays with my two boys this year...... I actually came here to see my granddaughter and also talk to my son-in-law. We had a conversation about installing a small arcade original in his original store to keep the traction going once his other store opens.

Neta: Yes we do need to talk more about that I also wanted to talk to Noji about buying vending machines as well, let's walk and talk. You look beautiful by the way Koi. Merv is a lucky man

Koi: you damn right it is... You know how long it took me to convince him to come here. I swear he thinks he bursts into flames interacting with people.

Ikkan:......*sigh*......

Warabi: what were you two doing for 45 minutes?

Ikkan: fuck off

Warabi: hehehehehehe going to tell your mom on you

Ikkan: Warabi!

Warabi:[wheeze]

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Mahi and @fish-at-fish-fish-resort or caught stealing one of the wine barrels

#Neta and ikkan healthiest relationship known to man #mizole hates seeing too strong independent women living their best life #cirrina and Koi-koi match made in heaven and hell #and merv is just there as always #Neta and koi both have degrees in business and know the value of a dollar #we're almost done I swear one more and it's over I swear 😭 #this one is honestly filler

[enkisstories]

The arrivals haven't even left the landing zone, when Rey and Hux slow down in their steps. Having visible trouble coordinating their legs, they eventually stop... and stare into space as if they had realized only now where they were.

It is plain to see that Godmother is trying to get into control of the bodies again - once a puppet of the monstrous plant, always a puppet.

Rey: €ΜβŘΔĆ€ ŦĦ€ ΜØŦĦ€Ř!

Rose: "He... hello, Godmother. Nice to make your acquaintance, I guess. - Poe, would you fetch me the electro spanner, please? Like, real quick?"

Poe: "Be right back."

Rose: "Fair warning, Godmother: Despite my first name, I never had any luck with houseplants. They tend to die under my care."

Two electroshocks later, Rey and Hux are back to their senses and back in control of their bodies.

Rey: "We drove her back, but now Godmother knows that we've returned to Ryloth. That's about the worst start this adventure could have taken."

Armitage: “Don’t worry too much, Rey. She’s facing the best of the First Order AND the Resistance combined.”

#rose tico #rey skywalker #armitage hux #poe dameron #sims4journeytobatuu #star wars #simblr #battleforbatuu6 #newstarwarssims

[hoodie-prince-kid]

Hi so a while ago I was talking to a friend about Azure in Super Paper Mario and figured it would be really cute if he found Blumiere and Timpani and brought them back to Flipside to see the old crew (featuring redeemed Dimentio) again so uhhh here's a one-shot about that, enjoy :)

(also yes i made this divider)

“He was, um… a good person, at heart. Underneath it all, he was only a grieving soul.”

“What happened to him?”

She sighed and chose her words carefully. “I… guess he finally got his happy ending.”

Nastasia was a very nice person, despite her monotone exterior. Azure was never one to judge a book by its cover, but he had to admit that the first time he saw the group of former villains, he immediately marked them as interesting. Even Dimentio, who he knew had a bad reputation, had settled down and got along with the others.

And now, he was wishing he’d listened when Dimentio and Nastasia warned him to avoid the glowing purple blocks in the air.

At least this mysterious place was pleasant. An open grassy field, a crystalline blue sky, the sun warm and inviting. Such perfect weather reminded Azure of the Mushroom Kingdom. “I wonder how close I am…?” he asked himself at this realization.

Regardless of where he was, he had to keep walking, or else he’d never get to any sort of civilization. So he walked.

And walked.

And walked…

And walked…

Until finally it was dark, and he could barely keep awake now. The stars were beautiful, he could stand and watch them for hours if he weren’t so exhausted. But a break might not hurt, right? Just a moment of rest, and then he’d keep going…

“I never properly met the lass, but I knew how much he loved ‘er. Never been too keen on mushy stuff, but his story… it touched this warrior’s heart.”

“Did he ever find her?”

“I like teh think he did,” he mused, “but what it cost… his strength was more than I could ever dream to ‘ave.”

Wafting through the air was the scent of soup… cheddar and potato, the kind O’Chunks favored. Taking in a deep breath of the fragrance, Azure opened his eyes and looked around.

A small, cozy cottage greeted him. A few tapestries hung on the wall, the room decorated with simple wooden furniture adorned with houseplants and some picture frames. In the corner stood a hatstand where a white top hat and cloak rested, and the door opened to a very homey main room.

Azure sat up and took a good look into the main room. “Hello?” he called, throwing caution to the wind.

A beautiful lady with long white hair poked her head out from a hallway in the main room. “Oh! You’re awake…” She quickly made her way to greet Azure. “My husband and I found you passed out in the field outside… Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”

Azure shook his head. “I’m okay, thanks for asking! It’s a good thing you found me, huh? I’m a Jewel Sprite, and I sort of exerted myself yesterday. My name’s Azure, by the way! Sorry to bother you, Miss.”

“Call me Timpani,  it’s nice to meet you, Azure… I have soup on the stove if you’re hungry,” she offered, a kind smile on her face.

“Cheddar potato, right?” Azure asked. “A friend of mine loves that kind of soup.”

Timpani nodded at Azure, laughing a little. “You know your stuff, don’t you?”

“I love food! It’s one of my favorite reasons for traveling!”

“You’re a traveler? I’d like to hear more about that…”

“He woulda liked you a lot, y’know.”

“Really?”

“Why not? You’ve got such a love for life, I’m almost jealous. You could teach him a thing or two,” she giggled. “But in his defense, he was a really sweet guy. Cared a lot about us, right up ‘til the end.”

Mimi would have adored Timpani’s dress; white accented with rainbows to match her hair. Azure commented on this, to which Timpani replied her husband had made it for her.

“You seem to love your husband a lot, huh? Where is he right now?” Azure asked before taking a sip from his bowl.

“He’s out in the garden,” Timpani replied, “he should be in for dinner soon. He’s very sweet, I think he’ll like you.”

As if on cue, the back door opened, and stepping inside was what Azure could only describe as a shadow person. He had bright glowing orange eyes and was brushing dirt off his coat, and upon seeing Azure, smiled politely. “I see that you are awake.”

“Azure, this is my husband, Count Blumiere. He carried you here when we found you… Blumiere, this is Azure, he was lost when we found him,” Timpani introduced them.

“Thanks for the help, Count!” Azure chirped. “And you too, Lady Timpani. I’d like to get your soup recipe for my friend when I get back, I think he’d love it.”

Timpani smiled. “Of course.”

“Where were you heading, Azure?” the Count asked, looking at the Sprite expectantly.

He shrugged. “I kinda got sucked into a warp hole and landed here. This place is kinda familiar though. If I’m not mistaken, that mountain to the north is Shiver Mountain, which means to the west is Toad Town. I’ve got some friends there that can help me out.”

“A warp hole?” Blumiere furrowed his eyebrows. “Where did you come from?”

“A different dimension called Flipside. And, um, correct me if I’m wrong, but you’ve got some friends back there waiting for you, Count,” Azure smiled, hoping his assumption was correct.

“Full of himself, I’d say he was. Like a paradoxical water glass.”

“Everyone else seems to like him, though…”

“Ahahaha. You should know by now that I am not one to follow the norms.” His smile didn’t fade. “...I will confess, however- I did him wrong. He treated me with kindness and I repaid him with betrayal.”

A performance in Toad Town would be one Dimentio would most certainly enjoy holding. It was busy this time of day, but that didn’t deter Azure’s eagerness to get Count Blumiere and Lady Timpani to the castle to see Peach and Mario and the others again. Blumiere seemed especially hesitant, but Timpani’s patience and Azure’s optimism were enough to keep him feeling assured.

With the help of Merlon, the three of them were back in Flipside.

Somehow, Azure wasn’t exactly used to Flipside and got lost pretty consistently. But Blumiere and Timpani knew their way around, and all Azure had to do was mention that at about this time, the crew would be at Sweet Smiles for lunch for Blumiere to have a sudden burst of confidence upon knowing exactly where that was. When they arrived, though, he stopped at the door.

“Are you alright?” Timpani asked, gently placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder.

Blumiere laid his hand on top of hers. “I am fine, just… hesitant.”

“There’s no reason to wait,” Azure smiled. “They all really want to see you again, I promise. But you can take your time if you really need that.”

The Count took in a deep breath and smiled softly. “Thank you, both of you.”

And with that, he pushed open the restaurant door.

It wasn’t too full, but it certainly was noisy. They were instantly greeted by O’Chunks’ raucous laughter at the table in the corner, where the Count’s former minions were eating together as Azure predicted. The group fell silent as the three of them walked in.

Mimi stood up. “COUNT?!”

The Count froze, seeming alarmed. “Ah- um, yes, hello-”

Before he could try and explain, the shapeshifter tackled him in a hug. “Where have you BEEN?! We’ve missed you so much!”

He could only stammer in response.

“My Count… is that really you?” came Nastasia’s quiet voice as she stood up as well.

Azure peeked out from behind Blumiere to smile at everyone. “Look who I found!”

O’Chunks’ disbelieving expression turned into a wide and happy grin. “Well put me in water an’ call me a boat, yer alive!! Good teh have yeh back, Count Bleck!”

“Please, it’s Blumiere,” the Count mumbled, finally returning Mimi’s hug. She let him go and dragged him to the table, Timpani and Azure in tow. “There is a lot of catching up to do, I assume…”

“We’ve got all the time in the world, Count!” Mimi giggled.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Everyone turned to see Nastasia glaring at Dimentio, who was getting ready to teleport. The harlequin cleared his throat.

“Ah. I was… of the mindset my presence would not be welcome here,” he stated. Azure pouted, knowing Dimentio probably felt bad for what he did to Count Blumiere.

Blumiere shook his head. “I’ve been told you are changed, Dimentio. Despite what you have done, you are still a part of my crew.”

Dimentio tilted his head. “You… aren’t angry with me?”

The Count glanced at his wife. “I have been given a second chance in spite of my transgressions. In turn, I would like to give you the same.”

Awestruck, Dimentio only sat back down as the group happily began to fill Blumiere in on everything that had happened since his disappearance.

#hoodie writes #travelling azure #HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

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my name’s ami! you might know me as mother-of-houseplants on AO3, where i post mostly sad shameless (us) stuff. please feel free to reach out if you want to chat about writing! or … anything, haha!

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[evilwriter37]

4, 5, 15, 18 for those 50 questions 😊

Hello, thank you! Sorry this took me so long to get to!

4. What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

Hm... That one's hard for me, honestly. I used to dress femme, but now that I'm mostly out as transmasc I don't really have any nice men's clothes. I will wear dresses though. I like dresses a lot still.

5. How do you like your eggs?

Scrambled with ham and cheese. They have to be a little brown though, and no one cooks that for me right, so I mostly do it.

15. Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Damn, I wish I had houseplants to name! My mom has a bunch of houseplants, but I'm not close to them, lol.

18. What's one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

Can I view one of the Yellowstone eruptions from space so that I'm at a safe distance? That would be cool.

#asks #alma-amentet

[mustardyellowsunshine]

Hello friend! I too am also nosy!

8, 15, 27, 36, 45

Figures our shared brain cell is hella nosy. 😂

50 Questions Just Because

8. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

Do books count? I'm gonna say books count. Been collecting a personal library since I was 8. And I wouldn't call it a collection per se, but I've started acquiring more vintage/retro kitchenware than I have any good use for. 😂 (Think things like vintage Pyrex mixing bowls and kitchen canisters.)

15. Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

I have one unnamed pothos plant at work. Otherwise I do all my growing outside in my raised beds, and it's usually vegetables.

27. Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

For about a decade I had two keychain charms attached to my house/work keys: a replica of Serenity from Firefly, and Captain America's shield. Last year I took the shield off to make my keychain less heavy, so now it's just the Serenity charm!

36. What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

When I was in high school, I was a master at foosball. Nobody could beat me. But seeing as I haven't played foosball in over 15 years, I'm sure a sleepy toddler could beat me at it now. 😂

46. Do you have good handwriting?

I wish. 😩

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