#i just wanted to do something special because fo how much he means to me

[chrisbangs]

찬이의 "방" 🐺 200 Episode Special

200! 

I looked back at the message I wrote for you almost 2 years ago now, to see what I said. And honestly, I have to agree with past me. It doesn’t feel like that much time has passed since the first day you showed up on VLive and spoke to us so kind and warmly. 200 episodes later, and well now on YouTube, and you are still doing just that. Week after week, being there for us to cheer us up with your laughter and your jokes and your advice and your terrible pick up lines. I still have nothing in my heart but gratitude towards you, Channie. Thank you for continuing to be the most amazing person ever. 

Let’s meet each other again next week, okay?

#chan #bang chan #stray kids #skz #cb97net #createskz #*gifs #*m #long post #찬이의 “방” 🐺 #i dont even think this will do well but.. i made it with a migraine and did all the gifs in one day lol #i just wanted to do something special because fo how much he means to me #i dont even post or come on here anymore but #i love him so much #he's literally my safe place... my soulmate #and idk where id be without him.. #thank you chan... #thank you always

[freshylemonade]

Special Invention

PJO

Pairing: Platonic! Leo Valdez x Deaf! GN! Reader

Summary: Leo meets someone special, in lots of ways. Warnings: Too much fluff, remember I warned you.

Notes: I did one of those trop generators HAHAHA and it got 'disableid' so I thought of this! Hope you like it. ❤️

Another shiny day at Camp Half-Blood, not that Leo knew that it was shiny since he was working on some 'awesome' new machine, not even barely eating. But this wasn't unusual, Piper already passed in the cabin 9 cabin and bunker some 10 times today.

The only time he takes his eyes out of the work is when one of the Athena kids calls him and tells that Chiron wants to talk with him.He wonders what could it be...he and the rest of his cabin didn't bomb or put fire this week in anything...still, but they still didn't!

As he enters the room, Chiron is in his 'wheel chair mode', Leo always loved how tat machine was, his mimd starts to wander around until he hears a cough sound, he looks at Chiron again.

"You can sit Leo." Chiron smiles at him and points at the chair, he sits and messes with his fingers."So...I'm guessing you want to know why you're here." Chiron starts. Duh, Leo thinks but doesn't say anything just says a yes."So I don't know if you heard about the last mission here at camp."

He continues and Leo tries to remember but it just comes in a blank.

"Well, by that reaction I guess you don't..." Chiron nods to himself and sighs. "Well, it was a mission to rescue a new demigod and...it didn't go very well, the demigod was on a school trip to an airplane museum..."

"Wow, that sounds cool!" Leo smiles."Well, yeah it is cool, but remember when I said that the mission didn't fo very well?" He tells.Leo didn't even remember but he nods."Well, a monster apeared and...the demigod-" Chiron says and is interrupted."Is dead?" Leo asks but feels dumb the moment he says seeing the look on Chiron face."No. Thank the Gods for that." He says. "But...the fight with the monster damaged a lot of plains and well with the gasoline and the coal-" He is interrupted again."It exploded right?" Leo says, more an affirmation than a question. "Yes, unfortunately yes." Chiron sighs. "And the demigod we rescued, Y/N, became...deaf by the explosion." Chiron says looking at the papers at his table."Yeah, you were right it's not cool anymore." Leo sighs. "And why am I here?" "I would like for you and the Hephestus cabin to try to build a machine to make atleast the situation better. And while it isn't ready, try to think of a way to help Y/N communicate that isn't an notebook, we don't want no one uncomfortable, even more when something so unfortunate occurred."Leo nods. "I see. We are going to try our best!" He smiles and Chiron smiles too. "Thank you Leo, really."

Leo nods again and gets out of the place."Well, more work to do..." He sighs and goes to tell the news to the rest of the cabin.

1.

The first time he meets Y/N it's in the infirmary, almost all of the beds are full because it was Saturday, wich means that yesterday it was the Capture the Flag.

Leo sighs trying to find the known blonde, as he sees he goes to him."Hey Will!" He smiles to the Apollo child.

He looks at Leo, and the first thing Leo notices it's that he is pale, really pale, but he still smiles at Leo.

"Leo! What brings you here?" He asks.

"Hmm, a kind of mission if you get me." He winks, but Will just looks at him with a confused face and Leo explains it that he talked to Chiron about the new kid.

"Oh Y/N! Poor kid..really, so suddenly...well we can't do nothing can we? Just give our best support.." He sighs.

"Well actually that is why I am here, Chiron wants my cabin to build a machine to help." He smiles."That is great, come I'm gonna show you where Y/N is." He starts walking towards a more quiet corner where you can see a figure looking at the window watching other campers play volleyball.

"Hope it works." Will gives him a thumbs up and goes help an Hermes kid at another bed.

He walks to the bed and sits in a chair across the bed.

You jump in suprise as you see him."What do you want?" You say and point at a 'Big Hero 6' notebook at the drawer.

Leo takes it and the pen. 'Chiron sent me'. He gives it to you and you read it, as you finish you look at him.

"And?" You ask. You give him the notebook again. Now he writes all the talk he had with Chiron, as you read it you look at him again.

"Would you do that for me?" You ask again.Leo nods and you smile at him.

"Well...what are you going to teach me while that machine isn't ready?" You tell him and Leo smile fades, he didn't thought about it and didn't even learn nothing to help you. He tries to think of something fast, he doesn't want you to think he is a loser. He then remembers his mother but he puts that idea aside.

You start looking at him confused and he gives up.

He takes the 'Big Hero 6' and writes something, he sighs.

"Morse code? You know it?" You sound really excited, not that you could hear your own entusiasm.

Leo nods and you smile.

He writes again: 'How about we start now?' He smiles at you and you do too.

2.

The machine still isn't ready...months later, but Leo knows it will be awesome and you will love it, he gets up of his work chair and gets out of bunker 9.

He goes to the strawberry field when he sees you. He sits by your side and you smile at him.'Prepared for our class?' He says and you nod.

You go with him to the infirmary, because it looks like it's the only quiet place outside the empty cabins.

Will smiles as he sees you both.

This was already your 15th class, not that you were counting of course.You two continue like this and at the end of the day Leo gives you a candy.

'It's from Will's cup for the patients but I don't think he needs it.' He says in morse code and he winks at you.

"Thanks." You say both loudly and in morse code and you eat the sweet.

3.

The machine is finaly ready! Leo thinks, you are going to love it.He goes to you and says that he wants you to see something.

You think if it is the machine and you are starting to get excited. As you enter cabin 9 with him you just can think of two things: the machine and the dirty mess that the cabin is. You ignore the second and look at Leo, as he makes a drum sound, you can't hear it but he tells you later that it was supposed to be drums.He takes out of his back a machine kind of looking like headphones you look at it and Leo makes morse code: 'Try it!'You smile and put it in your head. At first nothing happens but after you can hear Leo say: 1, 2 and 3 does it work?"It works!" You hug him and he smiles at you."Pffft. I knew it would work." He says smirking, didnt you know that he tried to give up 3 times, all of them he didn't because it was you who needed them.You smirk at him too."Leo." You start.

"Yes?" He asks.

"You sound weird." You say and Leo remembers that you never heard his voice before, it looks like he knew you for his whole life but it was just some months.

"You're not getting a swett today." He says nodding in disaproval.

"Leo!" You pout and he smiles.

Later you get the candy after some more pounting and Leo tells you that the machine has a secret sticker, you wonder what it is and he shows you.

It is a 'Big Hero 6' sticker, like the image from your notebook, you chuckle and he does too.

#pjo x reader #gn reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #platonic pjo please!! #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #Percy jackson and the olympians x reader #(Ft some will) #Platonic reader #deaf character #leo valdez x platonic reader #❤️ #spotify

[shywritersblog]

Here are 100 random quotes from Asmodeus!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“Oh, my ♡ MC, you little minx! Are you trying to show off my lovely legs to the entire Devildom?”

“But the question is whether you really mean what you say. Maybe if I reach in, pull out your heart, tear it open, and have a look inside I'd know for sure?”

“Then let's stay like this. Mm... Your neck feels soft, MC…”

“I can't believe you would actually imply I was a pervert! I only wanted to give MC something pleasant to look at.”

“Anyway MC, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes so the two of us can enjoy a nice bath together.”

“Asmo's special cutie-pie kiss! Mwah ♡”

“But now I feel alive again, sitting in here with you drinking nice, warm cocoa.”

“Yoo-hoo, little ghosties ♡ Go on, feast your eyes upon me..!”

“Ugh, it's so dark in here! I can't take it... It's just so EXCITING!”

“You must be curious to know just how wonderful a punishment can be...”

“I'd have to say I'm most afraid of... me!”

“Since you're so adorable, I'll lock you up in my own little love jail so you'll be all mine ♡ So, don't be shy. Come here, Darling.”

“Oh, be careful around my ankles, would you? Too much pressure will ruin my perfect legs.”

“I'm hopeless at this kind of stuff since I've never lifted anything heavier than a facial massager.”

“To be honest, I was hoping to drive you mad with desire! That was my eventual goal, at least...”

“Hehe. Can't move? Aww, look how good you're being! Now, you stay just like that, okay...”

“In other words, I want you to be my plaything from now on, so I'm never bored ♡”

“Ugh, I'm so dizzy..! MC’s the only one who can save frail little Princess Asmo!”

“Oh, while we're at it why not take a video? For your exclusive viewing pleasure, of course ♡”

“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you...but it won't be cheap.”

“..What? Are you stupid? Is your eyesight just that bad? Do those eyes of yours even work, or are they just there for decoration?”

“You want to do whatever you can to make me happy, because I'm worth it.”

“Hehe, now look what I've done. I got so excited that I pushed you down onto your back! Sorry!”

“Help, MC! There's a demon staring at me like he's gonna eat me!”

“And that means something coming from someone as ridiculously beautiful as me. I don't really say it to anyone other than you, you know?”

“I mean, I'm adorable. Doesn't it just tickle your protective instincts?”

“You're so cute. When I look at you, I can tell what's going through your head, even if you don't actually say it. That's right.”

“I'm sorry for being so beautiful that even confinement suits me! Then again, I always knew I was fated to be the captive damsel in distress...”

“Like, first I imagine a beautiful man and a beautiful woman. And then I picture us doing ALL sorts of naughty things to each other!”

“And then they had to do the walk of shame! ♡”

“Oh, you might be right! The runny makeup look can be kind of sexy!”

“I'll go ahead and watch you. Just in case you have any trouble changing clothes.”

“Hmmm? Like what? Mammon, you'd better get your mind out of the gutter ♡”

“I mean, here I am, right next to you, still wet from my bath. You really don't feel anything?”

“I guess that means I'M GOING TO HAVE TO KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU...!”

“Ugh, I'm ready to die of boredom! So, come on! Dance for me. I can't wait to see what you can do!”

“That's our sexy Solomon ♡ See, I knew you could do it if you tried!”

“Really, you're just flowers. Listen to you bragging about how beautiful you are...it's kind of embarrassing.”

“Ooh, are you trying to figure out where WE should go on a romantic getaway?! Aw, muffin! You don't need to beat around the bush for that kind of thing! You can be honest!”

“Huh? You're my little dove from earlier, aren't you? MC, was it?”

“That's probably my pheromones ♡”

“You're the best, MC! Your dazzling smile has the power to woo every demon in the Devildom ♡”

“Whaaat, you're still alive? Well that's boring...”

“But first, I want you to know exactly what it is that threatens to rend a delicate heart such as mine to ribbons. So be sure to pay attention, love. Nothing makes me angrier than being ignored. Truly.”

“All of the eyes are on me, I charmed all of them! Just look at me! It's a sin to be this perfect!”

“Mmmfm… gonna take everyone prisoner… mm...”

“When I first heard that we'd be shooting each other with squirt guns and getting wet, I found the whole thing kind of stupid. But it also involved coming up with plans to drive your opponents into a corner and anticipating their moves... which I found pretty enjoyable.”

“If I were like Lord Diavolo, I could have any demon or human I wanted.”

“Aaaah, this is where I belong. Sitting on a throne!”

“Surely, tempting humans is what demons are all about?”

“And next time, you're welcome to be even bolder. I want your scent all over my clothes.”

“Oh my gosh! Even from behind, I am such a snack!”

“Ooh, I know exactly what you mean! It's like, you can't help but want to lie down together on a bed or a sofa and do all sorts of naughty things-“

“Butlers, you see...their services extend into the night, as well.”

“Aaah, I've never tried rope play before, but I think I like it ♡”

“That's a rather...traditional approach. I would've just seduced him.”

“There's just something nice about being completely overpowered and brought to submission like that, you know?!”

“Right now, I'm totally hooked on this exercise where I blow up balloons to strengthen my facial muscles. Do you wanna give it a try?”

“Filth? You should know that eroticism is a valid form of art.”

“I mean, I wrapped him in chains like you said, but l've got such soft, beautiful, tender hands. They aren't suited for such a rough job. Really, you should've known that…”

“Hehe. Lies are like accessories, hun.”

“But, I'd sure feel better if you came and comforted me. I mean, I'm aaaaall alone in my room right now. If you don't come over, I'll probably start crying on account of how lonely I am.”

“Let's meet in my room when the party is over. We can have our very own Valentine's Day afterparty, just the two of us ♡”

“I'm in desperate need of stimulation to my senses!”

“To think that even Mister Stiff and Serious Angel here is feeling his heart skip a beat...I love it! ♡”

“What the movie lacks is sexiness! Shall we add more revealing scenes, like me in a swimsuit?”

“...Ummm, is this some sort of joke? You look like a chicken in heat.”

“Oh, but with you it's different, MC! I only want to do your nails as an excuse to flirt ♡”

“Oh, how exciting! Better get back snug under the covers and wait for my impending arousal ♡”

“Yes, I do. I love butts!”

“It would be ideal if we were both au naturel, honestly...”

“Ahh, I feel so graceful when i'm shooting ♡”

“I left a dying message with lipstick, so you better catch the culprit!”

“Guess I'll just have to come over and shake things up for you ♪”

“See, I just knew you'd say that! Because we're obviously an extra-compatible super couple!”

“I'd love to. I'll make you look so good, you'll be drooling over yourself.”

“..No one will know if I take a single muffin, right? I'll just grab one while they're not looking. Yoink! ♡”

“Oh yeah, Satan is totally the type to start with the tongue first!”

“Look out, or I'll tear you to bits with my sharp claws!”

“Apologize? Me? I'm sorry, but I'm not quite sure why you'd want me to do that. I mean, true, I suppose an entire country was destroyed in the end, but how could I have known that would happen, hm?”

“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Step aside, boys my sexy dance is about to begin...!”

“Hehe. Trying to butter me up, are you? Tell me, what are you hoping will happen when you succeed?”

“I'm the life of the party. The eye candy, the one who makes everyone else feel better. I need to work hard, too...for the sake of my brothers!”

“Now, now, I may not be as quick to anger as the Lord of Fools, but still. If you don't do what I say, I might have to punish you…”

“By the way, your costume was really cute, MC. Just thinking about it makes my heart go pitter-patter!”

“And now I'm a demon. Which means I could charm any sorcerer, no matter how evil! I'll have him dancing in the palm of my hand!”

“Oh Solomon, THANK YOU! You're so amazing I think I'm going to swoon! I love you..!”

“A scolding? Ooh, I wouldn't mind being scolded by you, sweetie ♡”

“FYI: It's super obvious what's running through your dirty little mind right now, Mammon…”

“Brother dearest ♡ I'm sooooo thirsty! Could you get me some blood, please and thanks? ♡”

“My charm is the greatest weapon of all! I'll steal your hearts right where you stand ♡”

“Ooh, MC, are you on Devilgram and Fab Snap? Because we totally need to friend each other!”

“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you… but it won't be cheap, you know? Also, I charge extra for pictures and touching.”

“Nuh-uh. I'll be the one to win that right! Prepare to be slain in style, everyone ♡”

“I'm actually quite exhausted. So, I was thinking you could hold me in your arms for a little while so I can recharge ♡”

“If you want to experience this exfoliating paradise with me, don't hesitate to join in ♪ You know I always have an open-door policy in effect for you, love ♡”

“If both of us are charging, there's going to be sparks”

“I need you to put some cream on my back for me ♡ Yes, a backrub and nothing more. If you, on the other hand, are looking for a happy ending, I'm more than ready, my dear ♡”

“Oh, is my little MC scared? Come cling to my bosom, darling. I'll make you feel aaaall better ♡”

“I'm actually going out soon, and this fastener is giving me so much trouble. I can't get it up by myself. It could really use a good tug ♪ I should mention that my back is extremely sensitive. The slightest touch, and...well let's just say it will be hard to hold back. So sorry if I get you too excited ♡”

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Number 100 is my favourite, literally makes me blush

I will be doing a part 2 for Asmo, he is just so chaotic and lovely!

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

#justice for asmodeus #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #self ship #obey me crack #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x mc #obey me canon #canon #writing prompt

[azsazz]

The Art of Giving

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You want to get Az something special for Starfall so you enlist the help of Cassian (heavy Cass x reader friendship).

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,157

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“Hey Cass, can I talk to you for a second?”

“You can do anything you want for any number of seconds,” the warlord gives you a devious smirk and you smack him on the arm, face going hot as you notice Azriel watching your encounter with his brother. The shadowsingers face in unreadable as usual, but you’ve known him long enough – have paid maybe too much attention to the warrior – to know his tells.

His brows give a nearly unnoticeable twitch and by the way that eyes glint and narrow just slightly, you know he’s heard Cassian’s comment.

“Shut up,” you mutter, ushering him away from the intense gaze of the spymaster. You consider yourself lucky that Cassian doesn’t make another snide remark as he follows you from the room, because you know for a fact that there are at least three different things he could have said to make this situation look worse.

You take a sip of your drink, shuddering at the bitter alcohol that there’s too much of. You grimace into your glass before deciding to set it atop of the fireplace. You’ll never let Mor mix you another cocktail again.

“Hey now,” Cassian tuts, reaching for the cup you’ve just set down, “Don’t be wasteful (Y/N).” You roll your eyes as the Illyrian tips the liquid back, taking it down in a few swallows. He splutters on the last of the liquid and you glare, wiping a few droplets from your cheek. “What the fuck is this? Pure gasoline?”

“Don’t ask,” you wave your hand, looking near the door to see if the shadowsinger is nearby. “Mor just handed it to me.”

“Well I think she’s actually trying to kill you (Y/N),” he smacks his lips together with a frown, abandoning the glass on the hearth once more, “I’d stay away from her if I were you.”

“Anyway,” you respond impatiently. Azriel could walk into the room at any moment. Hell, he could already be in here, hiding in his shadows like the sneaky and nosy male he is. “I wanted to ask you for some help.”

“Oh,” he grins his vexing smile, and you already are regretting this, “This should be good.”

“I want to get Az something for Starfall,” you mumble, keeping your attention on the siphon in the middle of his chest instead of his face. You hope to the mother that the red glow coming from the stone masks the crimson color of your cheeks.

“As you should,” the warlord hums, “You should also get me something for Starfall.”

“Cassian,” you groan, crossing your arms over your fluttering stomach. “I mean, not in a friend kind of way…”

You had liked Az for as long as you could remember. You’d always found the shadowsinger incredibly beautiful, but were much too nervous to do anything other than try and gain his trust, be someone that he could see as a good friend, or family once you were invited to join the Inner Circle.

It took time and a lot of patience for you to become as close as a friend as he was with other members and you’d always had a sweet spot for him, hoping that someday you wouldn’t be too nervous to put your feelings out in the ether.

But you were. You didn’t want to fuck anything up with him. Your relationship was amazing how it is, and if he didn’t want the same things that you wanted, it would be catastrophic to your soul to not have him as a friend any longer.

“I knew it,” Cassian nearly bellows and you scramble, clawing at his arms and looking over your shoulder frantically for any sign of life, pleading for him to be quiet. “I knew you were into Az. Rhys owes me thirty gold marks.”

“Would you please–wait, you two were betting on this?”

“Ow, would you stop that?” he bats your hands away from him where you’re trying to grab at his arms. “We are actually betting on if Az is into you, but it has yet to be confirmed, obviously.”

“Obviously,” you echo, mind reeling at his words. If he and Rhys are betting on you and Az’s feelings for one another, then there must be something that they’re picking up on in regards to his side of your relationship. Or that you are being way too obvious with your feelings.

“Oh my Gods,” you breathe. Your head is spinning and you grab onto the stone surrounding the hearth, bracing yourself as you struggle for a breath. 

“Woah, (Y/N), are you okay?” Cassian asks and you can hear the worried edge to his voice as he places a hand on your shoulder. You try to speak but end up gasping like a fish. “Why don’t you sit down for a minute?”

He leads you to one of the soft sofas, hands out and ready to catch you should your wobbly legs give out from under you. Your stomach is in knots. What if Azriel has known how you felt about him this entire time and has chosen not to say anything because he doesn’t want to let you down?

“Does he know?” you wheeze, taking the glass he’s filled from the pitcher that appeared on the small table in front of the couch you are resting on. You hold it tightly in your hands for a moment, letting the cool glass shock you into a better mindspace, taking a long breath before raising the cup to your lips.

“No, not that I know of,” Cassian perches next to you, an apologetic look in his eyes to which you respond with a small smile.

“Okay,” you can breathe easier now. Everything is fine, he doesn’t know a thing, you haven’t wrecked anything yet.

“About that present,” he starts, drawing you from your thoughts once more, “I hear that male lingerie is really coming into style–”

“I actually had something in mind already Cass,” you muse, hiding an entertained smile behind the rim of your cup as you take another drink, “I just need help acquiring it, if you would be so kind.”

His eyes light up at your words, “Oh! Well why didn’t you say something before?” 

You roll your eyes fondly and nudge him with your elbow. The Illyrian slings his arm around your shoulder playfully, pretending to mess up your hair with a fist. You can’t help but laugh with him, trying to shove your way out of his arms.

“Alright, alright, in all seriousness,” you start, and he lets you pull away. His grin falters as he glances over your shoulder and you whip your head around to see Azriel standing in the doorway.

He appears aloof, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, face as stoic as ever. But both you and Cassian can tell by the look in his hazel eyes, how his wings are tucked in too tightly behind him, and his shadows are still, as if frozen in the air, holding their breath, waiting for you and the male on the sofa beside you to move in closer, that he’s not too happy.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asks coolly. He’s not fooling anyone.

“Nope,” Cassian responds, popping the ‘p,’ “(Y/N) was just telling me how bad the drink Mor gave her was and asked me to finish it off so Mor doesn’t feel bad. Isn’t that sweet of her?”

Azriel’s eyes flick to the glass atop the hearth then back to the two of you quickly. He’ll leave you alone for now, but he makes it known that he knows his brother is not telling the truth with a twitch of his eyebrows.

He pushes off of the wall, calling over his shoulder as he walks away, “Dinner is ready.”

Cassian releases a deep exhale, sagging into the couch. His head rolls lazily to look at you, “That was a close one.”

“What do you mean a close one?” you exclaim quietly, pushing yourself to your feet, “He clearly knows that you were lying and we’re up to something.”

“Yeah,” the warlord offers you his arm, which you take with a nod in thanks, “But he doesn’t know what we are up to.”

You shake your head, a soft tug pulling at your mouth that you have to bite back.

“Actually, I don’t even know what we’re up to either,” Cassian remarks with furrowed brows.

This time you can’t hold in your laugh.

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“Cassian, you and (Y/N) will be heading to the Day Court to check in with Helion and confirm that his armies are prepared for battle.”

You bite your smile back, eyes glittering in thanks to the High Lord across the large table, map sprawled across the middle. You had spoken with Cassian and Rhys while Azriel had been out scouting and this was the plan that the three of you had come up with to retrieve the shadowsinger’s gift from the Day Court.

Speaking of, the Illyrian watches, his shadows skittering around him, halting at Rhys’ words. One whispers in his ear the look you give his High Lord, then the soft knowing smile you give Cassian. He bristles, fists clenching at his sides.

You and Cassian in the Day Court…alone? He was thoroughly confused. He could have sworn that you were at least interested in being something a little more than friends with him, but with the way you and his brother were acting the other night, sitting close to each other on the couch, having a laugh, you leaning slightly into him before he was noticed, and now, with the shared looks and nervous demeanor, you must have been trying to get closer to Cassian this entire time.

He was a fool, he thought to himself, for chasing after you when so clearly it was his brother that you wanted. Always his brothers.

Picking up on his set jaw and shadowed eyes, you furrow your brows, shooting him a silent question. He avoids eye contact with you, staring down at the map on the table instead, rolling his jaw back and forth.

If he is bristling because he knew that the High Lord of the Day Court was going to flirt with you or because it was dangerous and unnecessary to go directly before a war you didn’t know. But you wanted to learn of what was going on in the quietest brother's mind, wanted to reassure him that the situation wasn’t as he may be reading it as.

“Try not to get banned from this court too, brother,” Rhys comments with his signature smirk, before dismissing the meeting.

Azriel doesn’t wait, his shadows swirling around him like a wildfire of darkness, winnowing away from you as you round the table near him. You curse under your breath, turning to the Illyrians behind you helplessly.

They share twin faces of sympathy, and it’s all you can do not to go hunting for the shadowsinger. Instead you give Cassian a firm nod, ready to head to the Day Court in search of Azriel’s Starfall gift.

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You’ve been anxious all night. Not even the nearly empty glass of spirits in your hand aids in calming you down.

The Day Court had been a hit. Helion had been more than happy to help you with your idea for Az’s gift, after he’d made you blush with a few raunchy remmarks. You’d turned him down politely, cheeks burning red as Cassian laughed whole-heartedly at the both of you before telling Helion of your crush on the shadowsinger.

Your gift to him was all wrapped up and ready to be opened, sitting on top of his pile of presents, commanding all of your attention. You couldn’t wait, but a part of you also wanted to snatch it up and hide it, feeling the pressure of giving it to him in front of the rest of the Inner Circle.

And Azriel was naturally a quiet male, but this was another type of silence.

You wring your hands together as he unwraps the present, the last one of the pile though it had been stacked on the top. He flips through the booklet, tabs upon tabs of little papers, enchanted and shimmering with golden light.

You look to Cassian nervously, twisting your hands in your lap. What if he doesn’t like it? The warlord nods his head eagerly, supportively, and you stutter your response.

“They’re ah–” his hazel eyes lift to yours, watching you intently, “It’s for your books. You stick a piece between the pages and it wards the novels from damage like fire or you know…” you trail off, waving a hand dismissively.

Your words strike his heart. Safe from fire, the one thing he detested the most. His beloved novels lining the walls of his room would now be safe from any sort of danger they could face.

“There must be hundreds,” his voice is a whisper of awe, heart fluttering in his chest as he looks back down at the gift he’s cradling in his hands. The rest of the Inner Circle watches, quieting down from their conversations as they feel the shift in the atmosphere, eyes soft as they watch the two of you interact.

You blush, sheepishly retorting, “I know how much you like books.”

And you do. You know he has more novels than you could even count, having to guess the number to tell Helion. Ancient books to new ones, romance novels he knew you and the females loved well hidden in a secret spot by the spymaster himself.

This…this is possibly the best gift he could ever have gotten from someone and his words get stuck as he tries to reply, throat thick with emotion.

His brothers can tell, prompting you all back into conversation, and you look at him for a long second, tracing the cover of the gift with gentle fingers until Mor goads you into opening your own gifts.

Each present you hold near and dear to your heart. Your friends–family know you better than anyone, and you’re impressed with their gift giving skills. Even Cassian – whom you had heard usually gifted lingerie – had gotten you something thoughtful, a particular set of graphite pencils you had been unable to find for months.

There isn’t one from Azriel. But you aren’t upset that he hasn’t gotten you anything, just being near him is enough. The shadowsinger had loosened up since he’d winnowed abruptly from the meeting the other day, drinking and even making a few sly comments with the rest of you, a gorgeous smirk adorning the face you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off of.

But Azriel is a sneaky male.

“(Y/N),” he stops you on your way to your room after bidding everyone goodnight, just stepping onto the landing of the second floor, plush carpet cozy beneath your feet.

“Hey, Az,” you greet him with a smile, your stomach fluttering at the sound of his voice.

“I uh, got this for you,” and if it weren’t so dark you might think that he’s blushing. But by the way his shadows are peeking from over the crests of his wings and hiding his hands behind his back after he passes you the velvet box you can tell that he’s nervous.

He holds his breath as you carefully pull the ribbon open, the silky string flutters to the ground as you flip open the top.

And while you studied the blade he studied you. Delicate fingers tracing the intricate swirls carved into the handle, looking so much like those shadows that spiral around him, brushing across the hilt with your thumb like he wants to do with the pretty pink lip you have tucked between your teeth.

 He exhales sharply as you look up at him with those big, gorgeous eyes, glittering like the weapon in the dim faelight. He’d always prided himself in figuring people out, but he can’t discern the look on your face as you stare up at him.

“A knife?” you question, and his heart stills for a moment as he thinks you don’t like it, but the upturned corner of your mouth and mirth in your voice tell him otherwise, “Are you flirting with me Azriel?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs bashfully, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this before, but you are enjoying every second of this new Azriel, all tender and timid. “Why don’t you look at the other side and find out?”

“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow, pulling the knife out and flipping it over. On this side of the blade, right near the hilt, there’s a collection of stars carved into the metal. “Az, what’s this?”

“That’s what the sky looked like on the night I first met you,” he admits, twisting his hands together. The longer you stare at it the quicker his heart races and the more he wants to winnow away, but instead he can’t control the words tumbling from his mouth in a quiet admission, “I talk to the stars about you.”

Your mouth parts but the words get stuck in your throat. Your heart is bursting in your chest from the utter thoughtfulness of the male before you and your eyes well with tears at his confession. All this time you had thought your feelings were one-sided, that he never would see you as something more than another member of the Inner Circle, and you had no idea he was thinking the same about you.

It’s all you can do, look up at him with your mouth still parted, like the declaration will spill from your lips one way or another, eyes sparkling up at the tender-hearted male before you, his hazel eyes wide and watching. 

He has been the spymaster of the Night Court for many years, but he can’t seem to figure you out.

And it’s nice, the element of surprise on your side as you clutch the box tighter in your hand so it doesn’t slip out when you push up onto your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a desperate kiss, pouring into it all of the times you’d thought of him. 

The things he would do to you, for you, as his hands wind around your waist, the permission to touch you has his hands shaking, his mind in overdrive. Never would he have thought he’d ever have this – you, get to taste you on his tongue, hear the melody of the noises spilling from your mouth as his tongue and hands explore you. 

He cannot wait until he can be pressed bare against you, chest to chest, hearts beating as one.

Azriel thanks the mother when you pull away, lips swollen and eyes lustful, as you take his hand and lead him to your room.

#Azriel #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #acotar #acomar #acowar #acomaf #cassian #shadowsinger #spymaster #night court #solstice

[ramim]

Fanfiction Time! (Lucien×Azriel and painful as fuck! Because I'm PMSing and my brain is stewing for tragedy and drama)

So I have this fanfic on my head which in Azriel and Lucien get together secretly and they are the perfect couple and all. They keep it a secret for months and one they Azriel decides to tell his family about their relationship bcz he wants to share his life with them but that's when everything goes downhill because the IC are skeptical about their relationship, specially Mor because she can't bring herself to trust Lucien and get over the fact that Lucien is Eris's brother.

So after a while, Azriel gets tired of everyone being so hostile toward Lucien but he can't bring himself to fight with his family, bcz he is so afraid of losing them. So he does the one thing he believes is the easiest, because he was alone before and he survived, so he thinks he can survive again. He breaks up with Lucien. This is the scene:

He had lived through wars, he had survived torture, but this... This was breaking him. He felt stretched too thin, his skin papery and ready to crumble; was it the cruel fate or the mockery of life? He didn't know... But he was done. He couldn't loose his family, he couldn't bear being an outsider for them, and being with Lucien was just that! Being an outsider... He backed a step, he had to do this. Even if it was hard, even if it ended the one good thing he managed to build in the five centuries of his life "we can't be together anymore, it's wrong! It's pointless! All of it, all this shit is just a fucking mistake, I should have never approached you that night and you... You should have stayed away! I know I said things, i know I made you think we were good for eachother, believe me, i thought we were! But I know better now. I can't do this anymore, I can't keep ignoring who you are. Who you family are! It's over Lucien...we... We are over!" He backed another step, hoping that physically distancing himself whould help to let go!

the pain in Lucien's face would haunt him for years; betrayal flashed in Lucien's russet eye as his lower lip trembled... Azriel saw the exact moment that his words broke Lucien's heart. But what hurt Azriel more? That there was no question in Lucien's eyes, no doubt, no shock! As if he had been expecting this, as if he always knew Azriel would someday leave him, as if he could never believe someone would love him enough to stay and fight for him...as if Azriel had just proven him right. Broken and hurt, Lucien whispered "but... I love you, doesn't it mean anything to you?" But no... It wasn't an actual question. It was an accusation, it was what Lucien believed now; that all his love meant nothing to Azriel. what love though? How could Lucien love Azriel? Lucien was light and warmth and joy and Azriel.... wasn't!

Blood rushed toward Azriel's face, his control collapsing and his hands shaking... No, no child of light would love something as dark as him! "What the fuck does that even mean? You don't know me! You don't know anything about me! You can't possibly love me!" No... Lucien could never love him! Those were just words...they didn't mean anything.

But the sad amile that graced Lucien's lips, the light catching in his tear soaked golden eye...no! Wrong...Azriel was wrong. It was Lucien, the most generous heart that has ever lived; Lucien could love him. Lucien had loved him! He still did, didn't he? He had made a mistake and he knew it even before Lucien's words reach him "I know your hands always hurt when it gets cold, so I warm them for you. I know you visit your mother every Wednesday,  I know her favourite dessert is raspberry pie just like it's yours, and I always bake two ...so you can have a whole pie for yourself. I know you like your coffee as sweet as it gets and with so much milk that it's not coffee anymore." Lucien swallowed hard, Azriel reached his and and put one step forward but Lucien backed away... Azriel looked him in the eye, begging wordlessly for forgiveness but shaky tears treatened to spill from Lucien's eyes and for the first time in all these months, there was no forgiveness in them, only pain, only betrayal "I know you secretly love being around people because it makes you feel not so lonely, but you like to have you own space in silence as well. I know you steal some of Nesta's books and read them in secret because you actually love love! I know you don't like being an spy but you do it because no one can do it better than you and you don't want to leave your brother alone in doing what's hard and necessary. I know how to make you laugh, I know how to comfort you when you are sad, I know what you like, i know what you hate..but...But if it means nothing to you, maybe i should have never loved you."

All the noises of this world faded into nothing as Lucien's last words echoed in Azriel's eyes, his knees buckled, his heart racing... And before he knew, Lucien was gone.

#lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #acotar #acofas #lucien #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and embers #lucien vanserra is the most precious male character ever #a court of silver flames #lucien × azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel+x+lucien #azrien #azriel

[cutiedwaekki]

blue hour

They say that the blue hour is a memorable moment, let's see what will happen to them after entering this forbidden amusement park.

Contain : weight gain ; rapid/magic weight gain ; tight clothes ; clothes ripping ; weight gain denial ; hybrid AU (at the end) ; NSFW ; not really a happy end for once

Welcome guys ! Uni is killing me but enjoy this fic that was in my draft fo a very looooong time haha

Honestly not very proud lf the end :/

stay tuned because tomorrow I will post something else too 🤭

Enjoy ♡

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The blue hour, the period between day and night when the sky fills almost entirely with a darker blue than the sky-blue of the day. More precisely, it corresponds to a short period of nautical twilight or nautical dawn.

But in this case, it's a curse that's best avoided. The rule was simple and everyone in town knew it: don't go to the abandoned faire.

I mean, sometimes it was open to the public on special occasions, but as soon as the blue hour approached, you had to get out of there.

What happened at the blue hour? People didn't know, it was almost as if people disappeared, but ... how could you disappear like that from one day to the next?

That was the question our dear boys were asking themselves. It was Yeonjun who came up with the idea of going there illegally, followed by Beomgyu, who agreed while the information was still processing in the others' minds.

-"I don't think it's a good idea" declared Soobin.

- "Come on, there's five of us, if something happens to one of us, we'll know what to do", reassured a determined Yeonjun.

And so, as the day drew to a close, they made their way to the fair when no one was watching.

It was beautiful and brightly lit from afar, yet gave off nothing scary to make them think about leaving or returning home to their daily lives.

As you can see, our five friends were very much of the day-to-day type and had had many unforgettable experiences since they were in middle school together. It was always the brave boys who got the ball rolling and the shy ones who followed, but they all ended up having a great time.

So when they arrived at the fairground, it was a moment of complete amazement. The park was lively and brightly lit, with fairground music playing in the background. The food stalls even had hot food!

It was incredible and yet so true.

-I think- but Taehyun was interrupted by Kai, who exclaimed that there was a carousel in the distance and decided to run for it.

- "Relax, everything's going to be fine" reassured Beomguy before drawing his friend towards the carousel.

He was right, he had to relax, there was nothing scary here after all!

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Yes, nothing scary when you're not approaching the blue hour. As the sky turned a darker shade of blue compared to the daytime sky, the blue hour finally arrived, and that's when the curse kicked in.

At first, there was nothing very remarkable, but if there was nothing visible, it was mainly because everything was happening in their minds. The first few minutes of the blue hour made them forget all worries and stress, as if they were in a state of ataraxia where happiness reigned.

All the attractions worked, but Beomgyu's favorite was the mirror maze, especially when, instead of his usual relfet, Yeonjun had a pig in front of him, which made his friend laugh, while the main cincerned, less amused by this, pinched the younger man's cheek, noticing that it seemed plumper than before... or maybe he'd just never noticed.

It's like Soobin who, after playing dart shooting, felt that his arms seemed heavier, as if there were no muscle and just fat, pure fat.

Or Taehyun who felt his steps were different as if he could no longer walk without waddling.

Huening was also caught up in the euphoria, laughing and doing all the attracrion he could see. He was acting like he'd never acted before; it was as if he was regressing mentally to want to do only two things: have fun and eat.

Because yes, food was omnipresent, but especially in large quantities. A small packet of popcorn was the equivalent of at least one size large.

Soda was unlimited, not to mention the hotdog stands that were always there and always hot.

Nothing wrong with that, right?

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It was only the beginning of the blue hour, because as the hour progressed, the sides effects intensified.

Although they didn't notice it, they were far too caught up in their ataraxia to notice that they were getting fatter, that Huening couldn't even get into the carousel without making the atraction creak loudly.

Beomgyu was becoming a veritable piglet in spite of having teased his friend earlier.

That Taehyun ended up waddling but ended up sitting on a chair to rest, but broke it and ended up on the floor.

That Soobin had become so fat that his belly was resting on the edge of the shooting range. Then he didn't even try to shoot any more - he'd realized it was no use - he'd become too fat for that, instead he was gorging himself on fairyfloss from the stand next door.

Finally, Yeinjun, who had initiated the idea, was the only one with any conscience. So when he saw that in the place of his flat tummy there was a massive belly in its place. His crop top was useless , not even to cover his man-boobs, which were also getting bigger by the minute. He tried to run to warn his friends to leave.

But, they all seemed so happy, so relaxed as if it were a constant climax lingering in their minds.

The idea that all this fat had magically appeared didn't even cross their minds, after all, what's so bad about this carnival?

-"But what if we *oink*- Yeonjun stopped in his sentence as he realized that he'd just grumbled like a pig!

But before he could realize anything else, a noise attracted their attention: Soobin's belly had become so big and heavy that it cracked the edge of the stand, sending him tumbling to the ground.

-"Soo, is everything all right?" Asked Yeonjun seemed to be the only one worried, while the others seemed to be a mixture of laughter and pig grunts.

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The end of the blue hour was approaching and there was nothing to stop them leaving, they had already become too big and stupid to try and escape.

Over time, they'd all become really fat, either breaking something like Huening, who'd managed to break one of the caroussel horses, or just breaking their clothes, ripping off their current clothes, which didn't fit them.

There they were, naked, fat but still wanting more. Yeonjun felt powerless, but eventually succumbed.

When he noticed a pig's tail growing on each of them, their skin turned pink and now they couldn't speak without snarling like pigs.

Now we knew what happened to those who tried to enter the fair during blue hour. Gluttony take possession of them.

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- "I don't believe you, it's impossible"

- "But I swear my brother told me, everyone who goes in turns into a pig!"

- "Give me an example then"

- "See Yeonjun and his friends? You know those clowns in high school who accidentally set fire to their class ?"

- "Ah yes! I even had a crush on Beomgyu, I remember.

- "And guess what, some said they went there and then we never saw them again

- "It seems impossible to me"

- "Believe me, anything is possible"

#weight gain #my fic #MY FIRST TXT FIC #WE NEED MORE OF THEM #txt chubby #my fics

[namelessbutters-doodles]

You Accepted Me, Why Wouldn't I Accept you?

Alien Tommy Thayer x Female Paul

⚠️Warnings: Gender bend (Only Paul), Negative thinking of one's self, nudity, etc. Ask to tag

''Tommy....?''

''hmm?''

''Could do me a favor? Paul asked Nervously, Twiddling around with the ties from the robe.

''Sure, Hon Anything.''

Paul grabbed Tommy's hand, leading him into there shared bedroom Alone. Tommy sat down on the edge of the bed as Paul lock door to prevent someone from walking in on them.

''Sweetie, Is there something wrong?'' Tommy Asked, Seeing How Paul was a bit off, Worried Him. He wasn't that good with reading humans but since he's been with Paul for a few years, He gotten better.

''Ye-No-Maybe....idk.'' Going back and forth with herself, Paul Was trying. Trying not to make a big deal. a big deal of what? Whatever Thought Paul had was making it seem big in her head.

''is it something bad?''

''No! of course not....Maybe....'' Paul mumbled, hugging herself. Hair falling in front of her face as she looked down at the floor. Visibly seeing her body in the robe lightly, it made her think awful things of herself. Eyes looking at the skin hidden under the robe.

The stretch marks, Flabs, Chunkiness, etc. How could she be beautiful if she was like this. She knows what people think when they see her, knows the thoughts of those when she undresses before them, The words people have said behind or in front of her.

Terrible Words, That no one ever wants to hear.

Words that put Paul down long enough to upset her or make some drastic changes that are somewhat harmful to make them not true. To make People think differently of her but overtime it wouldn't be any use no matter what.

Your too thin!

Nobody likes a woman who's big Honey.

Too much Makeup!

You were not what I was expecting, but heh you'll do.

and much more.

Becoming a famous musician and eventually a sex symbol, She thought no one would say mean things about her appearance. But no, they're were still some people who thought awfully about her.

Also, what would Tommy think once she undressed before him? She thought, Would he afraid or disgusted enough to leave her. Would he say something awful or just pretend to be nice to not hurt her feelings.

Paul shook at the thought of it, which in turn Tommy stood up and slowly took Paul's hands in his as well.

''Heyyy, What's wrong?'' Tommy softly asked, running his thumbs gently over Paul's knuckles. Staring at her calmly.

''N-Nothin, it's just....Somethin...''

''What is it?''

''.....''

''Sunlight?'' Tommy strokes Paul's cheek Tenderly, lifting her chin. Making her gaze into his Heavenly eyes. ''Y'know you could tell me anything, Right?''

She sighs, ''I know, it's just stupid.''

''What's stupid?''

''I Wanna do something, but thinking about it. it'll be stupid and probably a bad decision that'll probably make you think different of me.'' Paul confessed.

''Paul....''

His hand intertwines with her's.

''I would never think differently of you, if it's dumb or somethin. I Would never because it's you and it's from you. It's Special and Your...

Special.

''.......''

Paul looks into Tommy's eyes, searching for any lie or trick. When she finds None, she looks down.

''You think....

She looks up.

''I'm Special?''

''Yes, Sunlight.'' He kisses her, ''Yes.'' Kisses her again.

''Yes.''

XxXxX

She Stands in front of tommy, as he sits on the bed. She clenches the ties to the robe. The Robe that's covering her body, The body that'll soon be Shown to him and just him.

Thoughts goes through her head once more, but she manages to close them before they set her off badly.

Closing her eyes, She breathes in and out slowly. Steadying her breathing, preparing herself.

She grips the ties tightly.

Mind stabled, Breathing controlled, Not shaken or afraid of what's to come.

Paul is good for now.

She Untightens the robe, Making it loose and then....

She sighs.

It falls to the floor at her feet, revealing her body to the man. The man she's been with for a few years, The man she found who was injured then was nursed back to health, The man who feelings grew for her as time went by. The Man who revealed to her to be a Extra-Terrestrial from another planet.

The Man in front of her who stares at her in awe and enchanting stare with nothing except for love and acceptance.

The Man, Her Lover.

Tommy Thayer.

Time Stood Still.

Nothing is said except for the faint gasp escaping Tommy as Paul Disrobes in front of him Showing her body.

The Plumpness of her body, Breasts droopin but well rounded, Nipples almost covered by the curliness of her hair. Thighs that look soft but could break a watermelon if they could, and Alot more as well.

The stretch marks that can look bad to anyone looks beautiful to him, There like little drawings to him almost like stars, the Wrinkles, Flabs of skin and chunkiness look astronomical to him.

He gets up, going close to Paul whose eyes are still close and waiting for a answer. He looks at her body once more and is very memorize. The little details on her body, The way it looks smooth almost shining with life.

Tommy wants to say something, anything but is to star struck to do so. He struggles trying to think of what to say, it takes a minute then he figures it out.

''Your...'' He starts.

Paul's eyes tighten, Almost scared.

''Your..''

Her Lips quivered.

''You..''

Her heart races.

''You Look so divine as the stars on my home planet, Gleaming with The Moon as it rises.''

Her eyes open, Shocked.

''What...?''

''You remind me of the stars back home, Starshine.''

''i do?''

''Stars that shine bright when you enter a room or when you smile...''

''Tommy...''

''Paul...''

Paul embraces him as Tommy lets her, Hugging each other tightly.

''Your so soft, Starlight.'' Hands gliding across her back, He feels the smoothness of her skin.

''Like a angel....

A Heavenly angel.''

''Tommy....

Tears starts to stream.

''Thank you.''

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Bonus:

They both sit on the bed, Look at one another. Tommy Wipes the tears away.

''Why are you leaking?''

''I'm not leaking, I'm crying.'' Paul laughs, wiping her tears away.

''Did I make you do that?'' He asks all worried like, Afraid he did something to upset her.

''No, well yes but there good tears I promise.'' She sniffled.

''Good tears?''

''Yes, Tommy. Yes! You didn't look at me awfully or said any bad to me...''

''.....''

''Had people said awful things before?

She frowns.

''Yeah...''

Silence fills the room a bit, Paul remembering awful things till tommy spoke up.

''Well forget about them, you have me now.''

She Looks at him.

''When you ever feeling down or not well, come to me. I will lift you from Darkness and make you shine, Sunlight.''

''Tommy....''

''And if you ever need Something Ca--COUGH--Cardnal, Maybe We could....'' He Blushes.

Paul realizes and Blushes too.

''Tommy!''

''What i'm just saying!''

They Both laugh, filling the room with laughter.

........

''So Are you good, Baby?''

''Yeah, i'm good. I was worried, that you'll look at me or think differently.''

''I would never besides...

''You Accepted Me, Why wouldn't I Accept you?''

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A lil doodle (supposed to be more but ehhh art block, so just enjoy this one~)

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[erin-bo-berin]

Steve x female!reader on their first date?

Can you imagine how cute that would be? Eep okay this is gonna be so much fun!

It took Steve six months. Six months to ask you out.

He looked nervous beyond belief, but you found it quite endearing. You’d been crushing on him for quite some time after you’d met him through your friend Robin. When she and he had began working at Family Video, she encouraged you to stop by and visit her.

Little did you know, she had been secretly trying to play matchmaker. You had to admit, she might’ve been on to something, thinking the two of you would be good together. Well, you had started crushing almost instantly and your best friend knew it.

What you didn’t know was she knew Steve liked you too. So being her own Robin self, she decided to convince him to ask you out and here you were.

He didn’t want to do the whole typical first date thing that he did with most girls, he’d explained. Apparently, there’d been many. Not that that surprised you very much.

“A picnic at Lover’s Lake?” you asked, with a questioning brow.

It was crawling toward sunset and the natural light was fading, but you could’ve sworn you saw him blush.

“Nancy and Robin might’ve helped me plan.”

“I love it,” you smiled.

And you did. No guy has ever put this much thought into a date with you before, let alone a first date.

“You do?” he smiled, looking up at you as he finished spreading out the picnic blanket, then holding up a hand to help you sit down gingerly.

“I do,” you confirmed, “So what’s on the menu?”

“That,” he said, opening the basket, “I’m not sure and I apologize for whatever may be in here.”

Your brows raised, not sure what to say to that.

“The kids took it upon themselves to pack the meal,” he explained, somewhat sheepishly.

“Well let’s see what we have,” you chuckled, pulling out two sandwiches, one labeled Steve and the other with your name on it.

“What’d you get?” you asked.

“Turkey and cheese. You?”

“Peanut butter and jelly,” you smiled.

“Sorry, they didn’t know what your favorite sandwich was, so I guess that was their default.”

He smiled his infamous Steve Harrington smile. All straight, white teeth, eyes twinkling and the wrinkled outer corners of his eyes and it made your stomach flutter. He was such a great guy and he didn’t even realize it.

“Well they’re in luck because I happen to love peanut butter and jelly,” you responded truthfully.

“What else is in there?” he asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Let’s see…” you reached back in, pulling out two chilled bottles of water, a bag of pretzels—“to share” had been written on a sticky note taped to it, causing Steve to roll his eyes and chuckle.

For dessert there were homemade chocolate chip cookies “treats from Mrs. Wheeler” written on the plastic baggie of them.

“Well that was nice of her,” you smiled, remembering that that was Mike’s mom.

Steve had told you all about the kids, part his children, part his friends, but 100% his family. You hadn’t met them, just heard about them, but you remembered enough.

“You’re in luck, she makes the best homemade cookies I’ve ever tasted,” Steve said.

You reached into the basket, seeing another baggie.

“Eggos?” you asked, confused, holding up the baggie with two in it.

Steve laughed outright at that, almost choking on his sandwich.

“Ah. That must’ve been El’s addition. She kinda has a thing for waffles. We can always eat those later if we get hungry.”

You smiled, looking at the spread, touched at the fact these kids had went to such lengths to help their friend.

“These kids are something special,” you mused.

“You have no idea. I love the little shits,” he grinned, meaning the name to be endearing rather than offending.

“Oh wait there’s something else in there, I think,” you said, spotting another box tucked in the corner.

“I don’t think we need anything else after this feast,” Steve quipped, but his eyes widened as he saw what you pulled out of the basket.

“Is…Is this a box of condoms?” you asked, looking at Steve who for sure looked like he wanted to die of embarrassment, but you couldn’t help but joke, even just the tiniest bit.

“That’s presumptuous of you, Harrington.”

He grabbed the box out of your hands and tossed it back into the picnic basket, closing the lid, so fast that you almost didn’t know what had happened.

“I swear I didn’t put those in there. It must’ve been Robin who snuck those in.”

“I figured, considering there was a note attached that said “be safe kiddos”. Besides, I wouldn’t put it past her,” you chuckled.

He seemed to visibly relax when he realized you were offended or freaked out.

“It really is her style, isn’t it?” he breathed a laugh.

“I’m sure she would’ve paid good money to have seen your face when we discovered that.”

“She would,” he rolled his eyes, before looking back at you, more serious, “Just to be clear, I’m not expecting…that. I mean if you want to, that’s fine, I just don’t want sex. I mean I’m not the kind of guy to expect sex on the first date. Not saying that’s bad for people who do do that, but—”

“Steve,” you chuckled, stopping his rambling, “I know. It’s okay. I just want to enjoy the date and get to know you first, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s more than okay,” he smiled.

You both shared the bag of pretzels, talking about anything and everything. When conversation circled back to Robin, you couldn’t help but ask.

“How did you meet Robin?”

“We both worked at Scoops Ahoy at the mall a few summers ago actually. I may have only known her for a few years, but I swear she’s the kind of person you feel like you’ve known your whole life.”

You smiled at his compliment because you knew it was true.

“I know. She’s just so loving and welcoming like that. Funny thing is, I met her that fall, our senior year. We hung out, but not really outside of school. I didn’t seem to pay attention very much to you though, at the time that is.”

“Ouch,” he mocked hurt before grinning again, “How come?”

You shrugged.

“I knew you both were really close. I didn’t know if you were just friends or…something more. So I didn’t want to develop feelings for someone if it was my friend’s boyfriend.”

“Definitely not,” he shook his head.

“I mean I know that now,” you laughed, “Strictly platonic.”

“With a capital P,” he finished.

The sun had set and the cookies were being munched on as you watched the sky darken in silence.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

“I’m just thinking about how nice all of this is. How nice you are.”

“Is there a “but” coming in that sentence?” he asked warily.

“No,” you shook your head, looking at him, “Nothing could beat this. I hope you know that.”

Maybe you felt a little reckless at the moment. Your entire body felt light and airy from the happiness you felt, your stomach was filled with the food so lovingly prepared and the late summer air was cooling enough that it left goosebumps on your skin as you leaned over to him, kissing him briefly.

It was a short, sweet kiss, but it held all your feelings and contentment that was currently making your heart pound.

You pulled back, a bit nervous when you saw him frozen in place, eyes still closed.

“I hope that was okay,” you bit your lip, watching his eyes flutter open and his tongue peek out to wet his lips.

“Yeah, more than okay,” he nodded, his whisper a bit raspy.

As the night darkened, the stars shone bright in the sky. But nothing could outshine the smiles on your faces as you laid next to one another, looking at them and periodically sharing more kisses.

This had been the best first date ever.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff

[asshlyyyy]

Thank you @girlnairb for tagging me in this! This one is quite long so if you don’t want to read it go ahead and just ignore this. However! If you want to get to know me a little bit more... Go ahead and keep on reading!

Here is the original post! I shortened some of the questions! @aconflagrationofmyown came up with this. Don’t take offense when I said the options were bad! I mean it nicelyyyy

1. When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley?

100% It was Lilo and Stitch. And because of that damn movie, I thought Elvis was born and raised in hawaii. You can’t tell me otherwise you thought differently.

2. And what was your first impression?

Well, I was a young little child. I probably just thought that it was good music. This was years ago, so I’m going off of brain memory right now.

3. Lace shirt or jumpsuits?

Jumpsuits. I thought about this for awhile, because there are way more jumpsuits, then lace shirts. Now, you can never forget the feeling the lace shirts give, but those jumpsuits... They are something else.

4. You can steal one of Elvis/Austin/s outfits, what’s it going to be?

Okay, I don’t know how many of you have seen, “Elvis, that’s the way it is”, but the shirts he wears when they are practicing. The bright purple patterned one, the red aututom kind of one. I want those, but if we’re only doing one. I would take the red one. This one!

5. What’s your favorite random Elvis quote?

UH- I don’t necessary know any off by heart. There isn’t something that I am necessary quoting. Call me a fake fan all you want. I have issues ;-;

6. Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips?

Some moments yes, some moments no. I think where there was nothing else to look at... 100%, other times when my eyes are flashing around the whole screen... no. 

7. What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?

There are like three things. A) He was a reader, and I hardly ever see it mentioned in any types of fics. (From my knowledge) B) Dude was hella religious. He loved God and its hardly shown in some fics. Sure, it hardly needs to be shown, but. C) Dude was hella afraid of sex. Truely, when he was sent off to Germany and he learned what prostitutes were... dude was scare. And I a lot of people in their mind few Elvis as someone who was sex crazed.He was scared earlier on. These are just my opinions. And fics are written in our own way, but its nice to see real aspects of Elvis in them.

8. You meet Col. TOm Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do? (Multiple choice, check out the options on the original post)

C) You encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract

9. What was your favorite aspect/ scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?

1:59:55-2:00:59 (I just love seeing all the jumpsuits)

10. You can only choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become ab Elvis fan, what is it going to be?

This picture. Because you cannot tell me you... that you don’t feel some type of way... The no undershirt.. the messy hair... You can just tell how tall he is... UGH.

11. How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own - or theroretical- womb?

Three or four... Yes, I would say three... and if another one happens... oopsies. I wouldn’t be mad.

12. Where are you hanigng out with E.P.?

Well, I personally don’t like leaving the house. So, 100% Graceland. Not only is it just a beautiful property inside and out... There is so much stuff to do there.

13. What is the peak Elvis era?

1968-1977. LISTEN, older Elvis is getting to me. Obviously if you have read my recent fics. We got some hella good hits also after the comback special and up till he died I mean- Lets, ignore his looks the closer we get to his death... but the energy, the music, UGH.

14. How long have you been an Austin Butler fan?

First time I saw him was when I was watching Zoey 101. I might’ve been only 6 when season four came out, but I still found Austin cute. Then again in iCarly, I was like... he cute. Then AGAIN in Wizards of Waverly place. THEN AGAIN, in Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure. His early stuff yes, haven’t really been like ya know. I am a fan, I wouldn’t say die hard fan.

15. What kind of ELvis chick are you?

Uh, so there's two options. I am going to make up my own? I am someone who will do everything for this man, because that’s just how I am with any partner. I wouldn’t be something he sampled, or a fling? Because I wouldn’t know how to handle that.

16. Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now?

Again, these two options suck. Because on one hand it’s “Hell no” and the other “He’s been possessed.” Listen... actors have to learn how to do accents. Doesn’t mean they become an honorary person from that area. 

17. Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm.

Angsty fluff

18. Spit or swallow for this man?

Swallow, I am not explaining.

19. Would Gladys approve of you?

Yes, because I would do anything and everything to make this women love me. Along with Vernon. I want to be loved by everyone in that family. If not, that’s all I’m worried about. Is it me? Did I do something? Not to mention, I would treat her boy well. Like, I will buy this guy shit even though he don’t need it after a certain point.

20. Which of Elvis’ cars if your favorite?

I may know nothing about cars, but damn... I know a nice car when I see it, and Elvis had some nice ones. My favorite is this one! Yes, it is to a video... I- This was the best I could do. Don’t get me wrong, the pink cadillac is a classic and the purple one as well. But there is something about the 1973 Stutz Blackhawk... I mentioned it in my Just the Nurse fic, and I- Maybe it’s the black with the red interior... But UGH.

21. What are your odds for beating this man at karate?

Odds honey? My odds are at a 0. I am small. This dude could walk over me-

22. If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?

“It’s okay to ask for help. You are not alone in this situation in the slightest. People want to help you.”

23. What are you top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

FUCK. I knew somewhere at some point someone would ask me my favorite Elvis song, or my top so many Elvis songs. So, goddamn it. Also... I totally used the medley one from Recorded Live on Stage in Memphis cause... hehe. It’s TECHINCALLY ONE SONG.

Burning Love

Promise Land

Long Tall Sally/ Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On/ Mama Don’t Dance / Flip, Flop and Fly/ Jailhouse Rock/ Hound Dog

24. What’s a hoppy or pasteime of yours you wish you chould share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis

Painting! I feel like Elvis would’ve made some interesting art!

25. What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heart it?

43:18-43:20, “I am not!”

26. If you could spare him one tragedy what woult it be?

100% Gladys’ death. If she didn’t die, not only would she have convinced him to leave the Colonel, he would’ve been better in the mind set as well.

27. Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?

I’m taking this in the sense that... A modern artist you love that gives you the same happiness that Elvis’ songs do. 5 Seconds of Summer. Hands down. Thank you.

28. How did you react at the end of the movie when In The Ghetto started to play?

E) I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet.

Okay! I first saw this in the theater with my mom and granny! I did not want to cry in front of them. When I watched it again when it came out on prime... I balled my eyes out.

29. If you’ve got a favorite gif or photo insert it here and bless us all.

For once I’m early on something and I haven’t seen them do this... This took a long time just to say... I can’t- It took me quite some time.

I tag // @presleysnotes, @heavenlybutler, @venus-haze, @emmymaehereeeeee, and @murdererfromthestart​... Because those are the only people I talk to.

#asshlyyyy talks

[feastfic]

I've seen the headcanons and imagines for the Exe group and I adore how you interpret all the guys, even the one with the jealous Lord X and the wings awe.

I know technically he's not an exe due to having his own set of comics back in the day, but do you write for Fleetway? (I saw you included him when you did the sexuality headcanons for the group.)

If so, I was wondering how he would 'tolerate' someone who adores him, despite his dangerous and chaotic nature. Even with threats and a very high chance of death, they wont leave him alone and would just want to cuddle with him all the time. They care deeply about his being, despite him being evil..

I picture that when he comes back all torn to shreds and injured, they freak out and drag him so they can heal and patch his injuries. (Totally picturing him acting all tough like, "I was fine.. I could've done even worse in this state if I wanted." Lol, but he's just being his typical tough self.)

Oddly enough, I also think that Fleetway is the outcast of the group, not being exe and all, and that he doesn't really get along with others.. I feel the only one he would actually establish good terms with is Sunky and because they both an cause chaos and totally do pranks on the other exes.

Another thing I headcanon for him is that he actually likes his quills pet, like stroked upwards, and due to how much power he has in himself, I picture that he is always very warm because of being super all the time. Maybe if he's feeling a bit cheeky, he has a small spark come from his quills just to be a tease if that someone is something very special to him. (I believe it wouldn't hurt if the person he likes is stroking his quills. But it could also be a defensive measure to stop someone from touching him by making the sparks painful and even deadly.)

Sorry, I just noticed that one is allowed to share headcanons with you and I got a bit carried away.. I apologize for that. >< I just haven't seen a lot of Fleetway headcanons shared..

I write for Fleetway, yeah! And also you're so big brained for these headcanons holy shit you're a genius [grabbing you by the shoulders /aff /pos] And I can definitely work with the prompt you gave me :)

Even if he were charged by the chaos emeralds, and in some part a demon of his own accord, the radiantly powered hedgehog was still...fairly outcasted among others of his kin. Truly demonic eyes were always on him — he was different, he wasn't really one of their kind.

He was just some chaotic force, not some exe like the rest of them. And Majin too, he supposed; whatever Majin was supposed to be. You'd imagine because they were both not executables of a sort, they would have some sort of solidarity. That was when Fleetway had had a flash of naivety. Not anymore. That blue and purple demon was the same as the rest of them; underneath that cheerful exterior was someone as willing to damn you to hell, just like the others.

It'd come as no surprise, then, that he and they would fight. A lot. And normally he could reasonably hold his own. But if more than one or two of them showed up, not even he — with his incredible power — could stand unscathed. It isn't often that he bleeds. But he'd become tattered at the hands of his condemners. He wasn't used to feeling pain. So this kind of damage to his body felt like his own power had turned on himself, in a way.

And you...you were someone who, despite his propensity for including you in his mean tricks and gloating, his...well, his everything; you were still charmed by his antics. You, who hoped for him to leave the others alone — you didn't care about him bothering anyone, it was part of the charm. It was him putting himself in a situation where he could be killed that worried you. And oh, were you about to let him hear it.

Your heart skipped a beat and throbbed at the sight of him, limping slightly with a hand clasped over his ribs. The moment he saw you looking, his expression changed from a bewildered kind of panic to a forced smugness. "Guess who kicked ass."

"Guess who got their ass kicked—!" You forced the words from yourself and threw yourself towards him, making him stop in surprise. "Fucking– Look at yourself!" As much as you tried to be gentle with him, at the same time you quite literally dragged him over to where you could better tend to him.

He softly hissed in both pain and surprise as he was pulled over, and placed down on your bed.

"You're not worried about getting blood all over your sheets? Or is that just with something else?" He gave you a side-eyed smirk, and broke into strained laughter as you tried to keep acting serious. But god, did that hurt his lungs, it felt like.

Just like him to say that. At least he was still worth saving. You'd worried that he'd be too far hurt to crack another witty line; it brought you a faint thread of relief to know this.

"Y'know, I could've taken them." Fleetway added on after a good minute of you just working on him, your brow furrowed. Yet your eyes were sad, looking at all his fur stained red hues from his own blood and the blood of other hedgehogs. "Buncha chumps decided to gang up on me! And normally I could take them all on, but can you believe that they managed to surprise m—"

"Fleetway." Your voice was so soft that it was barely audible over the hedgehog's, yet he still went instantly hush. "Stop. Just...stop." Your hands held his forearms like he were fragile, something that could easily break at the slightest touch. "Just admit that you lost. It's okay."

The tips of his quills sparked at that, and his muzzle pulled up slightly to show his teeth. "I didn't lose. I fucked them up as much as they did me — there, does that work for you?"

It was the best you were going to get from him. So you had to take it. You nodded, and addressed the elephant in the room; his torso, which has absolutely seen better days.

It was lacerated, and the bleeding had slowed now that you'd cleaned at it. Three gashes coursed diagonally along him, from the left side of his upper chest all the way down to his right hip. And then there was still the bruising all over him; you couldn't see it through his fur, but the way he dug his claws into your arm and flinched away from your touch was all you needed to know.

You really couldn't help but feel bad for him. Hated as he may be by the exes, and as much as he likes to cause trouble...this felt like a lot. Although, you supposed being spared (or getting away) was better than that lot torturing him to death.

You were occupied with carefully stitching what you could when he spoke. "Why...?" You didn't look up, but noted the subdued tone in his voice. "Why do you care about me? What happens to me? You've seen everyone else. You help everyone else. They don't hate your guts. So why don't you be like the rest of them and hate mine too?" The tips of his claws dug into your arm again, springing pinpricks of your own blood up to the open air. It sounded like his teeth were clenched, like he were pained. You just kept working on his abdomen, switching your stitching when you reached the wider portions of his lacerations. "What makes you so different from them? Shouldn't you have learned by now that being all buddy-buddy is a pain in the ass with me? That freak of a little kid is the only one of them that doesn't try to shove me six feet under, did you know that?" Still you didn't answer, not even giving him a nod or a shake of the head. He watched you so painfully for some kind of reaction, and he discovered a third thing about himself in that hour alone. He could bleed, he could feel pain...and he could cry.

Why wouldn't you answer him? Why were you just ignoring all of his questions? Had you finally gotten mad at him?

He gripped your arm again, before grabbing your shoulders and snarling with hot golden tears streaming down his muzzle. "ANSWER ME, GOD DAMMIT!"

Your hands had freed themselves from the needle and thread, ghosting over his quills as they sparked dangerously at the heat of your palms. And when you finally touched them, the shock almost made you pass out, but you shook your head to stay awake and look him in the eye.

"It's because I love you." You adored him, despite everything he does. Although his antics were wild, unpredictable, dangerous...there was just something about him that was so alluring.

And those words from your lips felt like they'd completely shattered Fleetway's worldview for good. Shimmering afterthoughts of his tears glimmered against his cheeks as the sparking of his quills died down, until they were just warm and lightly quivering to your touch.

"And it's because I love you that I want you to stop all...this." You continued, glancing down at his stitched stomach. Wondering if those scars would ever be opened again because of another fight. "You can die. And I don't want to see that happening. So leave the others alone. There's more than just them that you can bother. I don't care who it is that you turn your sights to, but don't let it be someone or someones that already don't like you and would prefer you ripped to shreds."

"Except that little pipsqueak."

"Except Sunky. What do you think he'd do if he found out the others he hangs out with killed his number one prankster friend, huh?"

Fleetway's ears folded flat as he turned his eyes away from you. "Alright, fine; fine! I won't bother them anymore." His arms crossed over his chest, gingerly brushing against himself. "But what kind of lameass would I be picking off the mortals like you people? Xenophanes and the rest of those bloody freaks were at least fun! 'Look at me, the odd one out getting the upper hand!' I can't do that anymore!"

"You'll be just as able to fuck with anyone, Fleets. Except now they just won't be able to surprise you." Your fingers brushed lightly along his quills, the sensation making him lean into you. "Promise me you won't mess with them again?"

"Sure. Promise."

#fleetway super sonic #tw blood #// blood #long post #I hope you like this :eheh:!

[stargazer-sims]

Journal Entry #42

previously…

Victor

I hope everyone had a great Winterfest! Ours was relatively low-key, but it was fun.

First things first... before I get sidetracked, let me show you my gorgeous Winterfest present from Yuri. He'd been hinting about giving me something special, but I had absolutely no idea it was going to be something like this.

Isn't it beautiful? This kimono and haori were entirely handmade by Seiji's mother, who is a professional tailor. I love the colours and that it has maple leaves on it. It feels really special to have something like this designed specifically for me.

At first, I felt slightly worried about wearing it because I'm not Japanese, but Yuri did his best to assure me that it'd be perfectly acceptable, and that nobody would think I was doing cultural appropriation or something offensive like that. There are appropriate times and places to wear it, obviously, so as long as I stick to those, I think I'll be okay.

I wore it when we all gathered at Seiji's family's house for omisoka on New Year's Eve, and when we visited the shrine on New Year's day. Mrs. Hinamori was thrilled to see me in it, and kept telling me that I was doing justice to her creation.

Just as a side note, in case you were wondering, Japan celebrates the new year on January first, the same as we do in Canada, although the culture and traditions are different . A lot of other countries in Asia celebrate the Lunar New Year, which is usually a little later in January or early in February.

Right. Now that I’ve showed you my one-of-a-kind kimono, we can get back to the update, such as it is. There hasn't been all that much going on for us since our last update, which I realize was a few weeks ago, but we’re definitely not complaining about life being quiet for once.

Yuki spent Winterfest Eve and part of Winterfest morning with us. We had a fantastic time, dressing in our matching pyjamas, playing games and singing songs. Yuki fell asleep in Yuri’s bed while he was reading us a Winterfest story, and we just let her stay there, snuggled comfortably between us. On Winterfest morning, after breakfast and presents, Yuri took her home while I stayed here to get ready for our dinner guests.

In the afternoon, Sakura and Takeshi came over, as well as Taka and Fox, and Fox's twin sister Clancy who was here visiting him for the holidays. Seiji and his parents were at his grandparents' estate in the country for Winterfest, so he didn't join us. We all missed him, and even Clancy asked about him. If I didn't know better, I'd say there's a small spark of something there.

Yuri says I'm being silly, of course. Seiji barely speaks English, and I'm pretty sure Clancy's only Japanese words are konnichiwa and arigato gozaimasu. They can't possibly have any kind of relationship if they can't even talk to each other. But, I mean... Taka's taking language classes now, trying to improve his English for Fox, and it's astounding how quickly Fox is picking up Japanese just by talking with his host family every day as well as hanging out with us. Maybe Seiji and Clancy will be interested enough to start learning each other's languages, too. It could happen, right?

Yuri says I shouldn't meddle, which I'm trying not to do, but I just want everyone I care about to be happy. That's not unreasonable, is it?

I think one of the reasons things have been more stable for us lately is that since returning to Mt. Komorebi, Yuri and I have been trying to distance ourselves from his family's problems. Amazingly, we've been pretty successful in our efforts. We’ve made it to this point in January without being dragged into anything, after all. We still get regular gossip from Yuki, and we listen to what she has to say about everything, but that's about as far into it as we're willing to get. Neither of us is really interested in Hana's pregnancy drama or Mr. Okamoto's alleged affair with the former housekeeper and how he kicked her to the curb when he found out she’s also expecting.

Yuki seems happy that it's just her and her dad at home now. It sounds like they've been doing a lot of things together, including cooking and housecleaning. According to Yuki, even chores are fun when she and her dad do them as a team. They've been doing actual fun things as well, like sledding, skating, baking cookies and playing music together. Yuki says she's teaching her dad to ski. Honestly, I'd be shocked if he didn't already know how, but I'm glad he's pretending not to know so that his daughter can feel like she's helping him learn an important skill.

I'm not sure how Yuri feels, hearing about all Yuki's adventures with their father. I think he's pleased that Yuki is having such a great time, but there's something else underlying his happiness. I can't tell if it's sadness or anger, or maybe a mixture of both. Maybe it's resentment because he wishes his dad would do those things with him.

Yuri doesn't like to talk about his relationship with his father, or their lack of a real relationship, because the whole thing is too emotionally painful for him. All he ever wanted was for his dad to love him and accept him for who he is instead of treating him like an inconvenience and a disappointment, so I can imagine how much it must hurt to know his dad is bonding with Yuki the way he wishes he would’ve bonded with him.

I wish Yuri's dad would love him the way my mom loves me. Like, I've never once questioned her feelings for me. She loves me so hard, I can feel it from ten thousand kilometers away. Every time I talk to her, it's there in her voice and her attitude. It's in her body language when we video chat. I can hardly wait till we get home in the spring, so she can hug me with one of those super tight hugs that says I never want to let you go.

Sometimes I wonder if my father would love me like that if he were still alive. I often tell myself he would, because I think that's the kind of guy he was; open and ready to give something good to everyone he met. And you know what? The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced Julian also loves me that way, like the son he never had. I'm sure Mom loves Ellie like a daughter, too.

At first, I wasn't certain I liked the idea of Mom and Julian getting married, but now I'm more than okay with it because it occurred to me that we're essentially a family already, in all the ways that matter, and I think we have been all along. So, why not make it official?

On the subject of Mom and Julian, they were supposed to be coming for a visit, along with Ellie and Leo, but in light of their wedding, our big move and our Selvadoradan excursion being put on hold for the moment, everyone's decided to stay put. Last week Mom told me that she and Julian want to give their travel money to me and Yuri to help with the down payment on our haunted house. I'm not even joking when I tell you I cried over that. But, you guys know me. I cry over everything.

As for Ellie and Leo, they're using some of their travel money to move out of their respective parents' houses and get a place together. During Winterfest, they finally worked up the courage to tell each other how they feel, and they're now an actual couple. They called me and Yuri to tell us about it, and needless to say we were very excited for them.

Ellie says Julian is relieved that she's moving out, mostly because he wants to sell his house and move in with Mom. I'm glad Julian is moving into Mom's place. Julian's house isn't all that far away from Mom's, so it'd be totally fine if she'd decided to move in with him, but Mom's is right across the street from the home Yuri and I are trying to purchase, and I like the idea of being that close to my mother when we settle in Willow Creek. I like that we’ll be near enough to see each other in person every day, but that we’ll be under different roofs and free to carry on with our own lives.

In other news, there was an amateur snowboarding competition held here in Mt. Komorebi last weekend. Seiji, Sakura and I all decided to sign up for it, and we were shocked that the organizers actually let us.

Me and Seiji are international-level competitors and Sakura was too, until she retired after last season. Amateur competitions are good experience, which is the main reason we sometimes try to enter them, but it feels kinda wrong to seriously put ourselves up against a bunch of amateur enthusiasts who were just out there to have a good time. To be fair to the other competitors, we asked the organizers to tell the judges not to use our scores for the medal placement, which they agreed to, so maybe that's why they let us enter.

A really great thing about this competition was that Seiji and I didn't need to worry too much about our performances, even if our scores had been counted with everyone else's. This wasn't a qualifier for the All-Japan Snowboarding Championship, so it was the perfect chance for us to enjoy ourselves and maybe show off a little. I'll bet all of you know exactly who I was showing off for.

On the first morning of the competition, which was Saturday, Sakura and Takeshi stopped by our place for tea and a pep talk on their way up the mountain. If I didn't mention it before, Sakura and I work together at the fitness center, but we've been friends for longer than either of us have worked there. We met not long after I arrived, and I think I won her over immediately by praising her hot pink snowboard, Senbazuru. I didn't know he had a name at first, though. I was riding my old board, Silver Storm, at the time and being the snowboarding-obsessed nerd that I am, I introduced both myself and him. Sakura said I was crazy, and then told me her board also had a name. We laughed like idiots, and I think we were instantly bonded for life.

This season, Sakura is also my coach, which is beyond awesome. Last season was tough because Seiji and I had the same coach, and it sometimes felt like we were competing for his attention. Seiji said it felt kind of like a threesome, which is something I really don't want to contemplate. Anyway, Seiji is still with him. Meanwhile, Sakura has been kicking my butt into shape as best she can, considering the chaos and all the interruptions to my training schedule.

Sakura and Takeshi were on the go early. They turned up at our place just as I was putting breakfast on the table. Unfortunately they didn't have time to stay long, because Sakura needed to take Takeshi to work — he's a paramedic with the Mountain Patrol — so I put their tea into travel mugs which Sakura promised to return to us later.

As they were leaving, Sakura offered to transport my gear for me. Naturally, I wasn't going to refuse that offer. With my stuff going up the mountain in Sakura's truck, that meant Yuri and I could enjoy a nice walk without me having to carry anything.

You ever have one of those moments where you suddenly stop and think, 'I'm incredibly content with my life right now'? That was me on Saturday morning. It was a beautiful day. The sun was out, with just enough cloud cover that the snow wasn't blindingly bright, and it wasn't too cold or windy. There'd been a fresh snowfall overnight, and everything around us was glistening and magical as Yuri and I strolled up the quiet Kiyomatsu Point road, hand in hand.

"You're in a good mood," Yuri observed. "I don't think I've ever seen you this calm and relaxed on the morning of a competition."

"I don't really see it as a competition," I said. "Just an exhibition. There's nothing to lose. And I am in a good mood. How could I not be in a good mood when I'm out here with you?"

"This is nice, isn't it? I'm going to miss walking here with you."

"We may be moving, but we're not leaving forever," I said. "We'll come back for visits, and when we do, we'll have our walks. Plus, we can do this every day until spring if you want. Every day you're feeling up to it, that is."

He smiled. "I'd like that."

"We'll find quiet places to walk in Willow Creek, too."

"I know," he said. "I'm looking forward to that, but it doesn't change how I feel about this place. It's part of me, just as much as your hometown is part of you, and it's difficult to say goodbye."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Please, don't be." He squeezed my hand. "I want to go with you and help you chase your dreams. You deserve to get back some of the things you gave up when you came here for me."

"But, what about your dreams?"

He stopped walking, and gently pulled me to a stop beside him. Turning to face me, he gazed at me and said, "You are my dream, Victor. The only thing I ever wanted was to be loved the way you love me. Maybe I'll come up with a future goal of my own once we're in Canada, but for right now, I just want to be with you and watch you reach yours."

"Thank you," I said, because there were no better words in my head.

Since our visit to Willow Creek in the autumn, I've noticed a big change in Yuri. I don't know exactly how to describe it except to say that he's less clingy than he used to be. No... that's not right. He's still clingy, but not in as much of a selfish, jealous way as before. He's been putting my needs ahead of his way more often, and I've got to say it's doing wonders for us as a couple.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too."

We resumed walking after that, and our conversation turned to lighter things, like our plans to go to our favourite tea house with our friends this evening, and what we were going to get for Taka as a gift for his twenty-sixth birthday at the end of January. We recently found out that Fox's birthday is in January too, and he's also going to be twenty-six. We discussed the possibility of getting them something matching, and Yuri thought matching coffee mugs would be a good idea. I suggested that we could do them up in a cute little basket with some sugar-free snacks for Fox and some of the expensive coffee beans Taka likes. Yuri said he'd be in charge of decorating the basket, which is undoubtedly the wisest option. He has a better eye for that sort of thing than I do. My talents lie elsewhere.

Up on the mountain, the trail conditions were flawless. We couldn't have asked for a better day.

We found Sakura, and then went to retrieve Elsa and my other gear. Yuri carried my helmet. Whenever he's able to come and watch, we have kind of a pre-competition ritual that we do. He carries something of mine, usually my helmet or wrist guards, and we walk together as far as we can. Then, just before I head up to the top of the run and he goes off to the spectator area, he puts that bit of equipment on me.

"Don't break your neck."

"Arms and legs are okay though, right?" is my typical response.

It's kind of a dark joke, I know, and it probably fits into the category of what my uncle Stephen would call 'gallows humour'. But, here's the thing. Snowboarding is an extremely dangerous sport, especially in the alpine events. If a person doesn't know what they're doing or they're not completely focused, they can get seriously hurt or even killed, and regardless of whether you’re paying attention or not, accidents can still happen. Like, you're whipping down the side of the mountain at speeds that are almost as fast as a car would travel on the highway, except you don't have a seatbelt or an airbag to protect you if you crash. Broken arms or legs are a real possibility. Broken necks, too.

Yuri and I both know this all too well. A friend of his died in a snowboarding accident about three years ago. She suffered a broken neck and a catastrophic brain injury. Back home, I used to be acquainted with a guy who wiped out and injured his spine. He uses a wheelchair these days.

So, even though we joke around, it's not because we're taking it lightly. It's actually the opposite. We need something to loosen the tension, because laughing is always better than panicking.

Before we parted ways, Yuri put my helmet on me. "I'll see you later," he said, once we'd done our little routine. "Be safe."

I leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. "I'll see you in a little while. I've got the third position in line, so I'll be close to the beginning. I'll come and find you, and then we can grab a hot drink and then see if we can catch Seiji in one of his events, okay?"

"Okay," he said. "When is Sakura's event?"

"Women's Super-G is this afternoon."

"Do you think she'll be all right?"

"Sakura can handle herself," I said. "She'll put on a masterclass for everybody here today."

And she absolutely did. She nailed it, and she would've taken first place if her score had counted. In my opinion, she probably could've competed for one more season if she'd wanted to, but I also respect her decision to take her doctors' advice and retire. The next injury might not be so easy to recover from, and I feel like it makes more sense for her to retire on her own terms than to be forced into it because she literally can't ride any more.

I'm going to reach that point some day myself, where I'll have to decide that it's time to stop competing. I don't like thinking about it because sometimes I feel like snowboarding is the only thing I'm really good at, and I don't know what I'll fill my time with that makes me feel as self-confident and satisfied and alive as snowboarding does. I'm concerned that if I don't figure something out, I'm going to end up being one of those people who wastes away inside, remembering the glory days and wishing they could get that feeling back.

Yuri says I'm good at lots of things. He says I'll find my new passion, but honestly, I'm really scared that I won't. Don't get me wrong; I'm looking forward to starting university in September and eventually becoming a physical therapist, but I'm worried that I won't do well enough in school. Even if I manage to graduate, what If I don't love my chosen profession? Or what if I suck at it?

If I could've captured a fragment of last Saturday, with all the exhilaration, optimism and positive energy that went with it, I would have. I'd freeze time in that perfect moment and hold onto it until I was emotionally and psychologically ready to let go and move on. But, of course I couldn't. Life marches forward, whether we're ready or not.

Oh... I guess I should tell you that I finished first in my event, if you were curious. Seiji placed in the top three of both his events, but not first in either of them, which was kind of surprising. There are some very talented up-and-coming freestyle boarders around here, it seems.

At the end of the day, Yuri and I decided to go home for a while instead of hanging out in the public square and eating stuff from the food stalls. I needed a hot shower, a change of clothes and a decent meal. Yuri said he needed a nap and a snack, and I wanted to make sure he got some protein into him, which would 've been challenging with all the high-carb junk food they sell in the square.

Seiji and Sakura caught up with us at the square’s exit, and said they'd see us later at the tea house. Seiji was going to his parents' place for food first, and Sakura was planning to wait for Takeshi so they could go home together to eat as well. We all agreed that seven o'clock was a good time for tea and desserts, and Yuri texted Taka to see if he'd be off work by then so that he and Fox could join us.

With our tea party organized, we went our separate ways. Yuri and I retraced our path along Kiyomatsu Point Road, once again holding hands. I kept glancing at him, pleased to see that he didn't look as tired as I expected he would.

"You were amazing out there today," he said, and his enthusiasm shone through his entire expression.

"It's because you were watching," I said. "I always do better when I know you're watching. That's how I know I'm gonna crush it in the All-Japan qualifier in two weeks. 'cause you're going to be there."

"Unless something terrible happens to intervene, I'll be there," he affirmed. "I wouldn't want to miss it, and I promised you I'd be there, didn't I?"

"Like what? The only reason I can think of that'd keep you away would be if you're sick."

"I'd have to be too ill to get out of bed."

"If you were too ill to get out of bed, I wouldn't be going to the competition either," I told him. "I couldn't leave you alone like that."

"Let's hope for that not to happen," he said. "Let's hope we're both feeling our best."

"If this is going to be my year to win a medal at All-Japan, and to make it to the FIS Championship next year, everything has to go right.”

“Is it pointless for me to tell you not to worry about it?”

“You can tell me, but I’m probably still going to worry,” I said. “Just wish me luck.”

“Always,” he said. “You know I always hope you’ll do well. I’m your number one fan.”

“I love that.”

“I’m glad.” He clasped my hand in both of his, and gazed earnestly at me. “Fingers crossed that everything goes according to the plan.”

I nodded and echoed, “Fingers crossed.”

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #snowy escape #victorandyuri #victor nelson #yuri okamoto #victorsworldadventures #stargazersims

[libretitamortal]

I’d love to hear more of your Tony/Maria thoughts. For me I liked their meeting better in 21 and though I miss the light heartedness of their relationship, it was interesting seeing Maria point out a lot of societal issues to Tony. It’s a difficult couple to write Imo

Omgomg i finnally have the chance to go off

They sure are difficult to write i mean with what happened in the fight, with bernardo and riff and chino and then tony going to maria like nothing happened and begging (but not really) for her forgivness bc a womans love clears all mens sins.... i cant be that mad tho there's just something very special about them, for me at least, but some of it did made me mad in 2021 and i'll tell you why.

Well, i'll begin the the good bc i do agree with you nonny, i really loved how active Maria was in this ver, it felt like a different character than 1961 in some ways, it's as if she had more screentime too and i smiled every time she spoke bc she was speaking in spanish and in facts. How she spoke her mind to her brother and sis-in-law and then to tony to tell him how pointless and ridiculous a fight between both sides is bc one side is in clear disadvantage against the other... and bc she just doesn't want anyone to get hurt!!!!!! And what bothers me about the train scene is that tony was always trying to get the conversation to focus on him and his side, and yk what i get it! Riff is his bestie but why is he constantly bringing him up to get Maria to stop talking about stopping the fight.

another thing is that Maria also talked about her future plans, going to college, and doing something with her life (which wasn't something she brought up in 1961) and it just never gets adressed ever again(?) It could have been useful to support their plan to run away together but it just wasn't used because of reasons.

And then we have tony *takes a deep breath* i have a problem with 2021 tony and i'm tired of pretending i'm not. I'm gonna ignore the fact that he was played by *@&#*$&#*$# and go straight to the way he was writeen. It was fine until that scene in the mini market *cries in latina* and then he said he wanted to find a puerto riqueña girl just like doc because???? I dont even remember but thats enough for me to remember, it felt like he just wanted someone like that bc he envisioned the "perfect couple" and thats what it looked like (and tbh i feel as if he didn't change that mindset much but anyway). And the way he cuts maria off when she's talking about something important, more important that whatever relationship he has with his ex gang, is just weird.

There was something else about tony but right now i dont remember ;-;

Now....what i really have a problem with is the way THAT scene on the bedroom was handled. I know it's like the most controversial part of the show bc why would Maria sleep with the guy who killed her beloved brother. But at least 1961 tony explained why he did it, he said he had no choice bc her brother had killed his bestie (still questionable but yeah) and 2021 tony explained....nothing he didnt say a damn thing to try to get maria to calm down a little, he just stayed there waiting for maría to get over her completely understandable breakdown and he was ready to go before making sure she was ok i'm- *flips a table*

I guess there are other things that people smarter than me could point out but this is just what came to my mind first.

Even as i say all this, i really love wss 2021, every musical number is larger than life and the way so many things changed form 1961 and worked better than 1961 makes me so happy. This was actually the only movie i was excited for during the last 3-4 years i think. But 1961 is also close to my heart bc there's something about that ver that is really dreamy (the meeting scene for example) while 2021 went for a more realistic aproach. I love both of them. But i'm a sucker fo the "and the world disapeared leaving only them" trope in romance.

I could go on and on about what i liked about wss 2021 but this is already a long post 😭.

But yeah i think my biggest problem with this ver. is tony and maria's relationship. Everything else was chef's kiss.

#thanks for the ask! ^-^^^^^ #west side story 2021 #west side story #chino showed up and said i won't hesitate bitch #and then he didn't

[kelpiemomma]

You don't have to respond to this as I'm sure you're busy but I just wanted to take the time to say a big thank you for all of your dad Ingo fics, especially Lifetime Guarantee in particular. Sorry if this is a bit cheesy or too much but I don't exactly have the best relationship with my family. I've been suffering with some major depression and low self esteem because of it. It's taken a very hard toll on me. I relate to Akari in these stories very deeply and the idea that despite everything, she has people who care about her and won't let her suffer alone despite how she may feel she deserves to is very comforting and gives me hope that one day, I'll find people who care about me too. I've read through all your dad Ingo fics countless times and I find something new to like about it each time. Waiting for Jumping The Rails and Arms Outstretched to update, among other things, have kept me going this past week or so while I wait to bounce back out of my low point. Getting that notification brings the brightest of smiles to my face. (With that being said though, please take breaks and try not to push yourself too hard 💜)

I might leave a message for a lil bit, especially if I'm working on something for it, but I always try to respond!!! Responding to people is important to me 😂💚

I am honestly so stinking touched by the fact that people who have some sort of problem with their family or issue with their family find comfort in my fics 🥺 The fact that people find comfort in my fics at all is just. Amazing to me. I don't know how to describe it 😅 I have fics that I go to for comfort but when I started writing again I never thought that the ones I wrote would be someone else's comfort fic fajdskfls 🥺 Whenever I get a comment about how people are rereading any of them I have to stop and think like, really? Mine? My fics? Rereading? Mine? 😂 I cannot express how happy I am that people can relate to the Akari I write and that she can help bring relief and hope for a better future!!

I had some pretty nasty depression as a teenager and the only thing that got me through high school in one piece was my horse 😅 I don't like to whinge on the internet but I had an older brother who'd failed high school that my parents compared me to, my dad was threatening to sell my horse if my grades slipped, and my mom was intent on me getting into college, I lost one group of friends and was somewhat of an outcast with another group- the only thing that kept me sane and in one piece was Simon. I won't go into details but I truly don't know where I'd be without him, he was always my bright spot at my lowest points. So I know what you mean, to an extent, about difficult family relationships and the emotions it causes and finding the bright spots in them. It just baffles me, in a good way!, to understand that my fics are someone's Simon. It genuinely brings me to tears to realize that 😂

I'm currently focusing on the next chapter of Arms Outstretched, because I'm most excited for it! The 8-10k chapter/week of JtR burned me out a little, and I've gotten myself distracted by artfight and several AUs, but the fics are my priorities. Work slows down this month so I'm hoping to focus on writing more before it picks up next month 🤞🤞

To help get you through, here's a small snippet of Arms Outstretched:

“No, not at all. It’s just- that’s stuff that people who specialize in our history know more about. Cynthia has told me all about it, of course, but that’s not something that most out-of-regioners are interested in. It’s impressive that you know that information. Do you know anything else?”

 Ingo raised a hand to his chest, where his heart was pounding and almost painful. He felt a deep fissure of unease, as if bringing it up made him think of… of a time he had known it much more intimately. It was like he knew the stress of watching someone walk away to do their survey work first-hand, knowing that they might not come back. “It must have been… frightening for those in their families, to have members in the Survey Corps when it was so dangerous.”

“Yeah… Captain Cyllene eventually managed to persuade Commander Kamado to send people out in groups from two to five, but it was a hard won battle. Apparently, one of Professor Laventon’s main assistants almost got killed during an expedition. He got severely injured, enough to end his career, and it was Professor Laventon’s anger because if he’d been with a human partner he would have never been injured so badly. Records show that Professor Laventon actually yelled at Commander Kamado!” Dawn shared, gesturing towards the building. “It’s crazy to think that it used to house several offices, a lab, an infirmary, and so much more… all in one building! Now we have our apartments, our hospitals, our pokemon centers… everything is separated. I wonder what it was like to have it all in one place.”

Loud, Ingo thought, loud and sometimes frightening. To report in to Cyllene and hear someone screaming in the infirmary was enough to rattle almost everyone.

And also, here's the horse who kept me from pulling stupid shit! I miss him every day 💚

#kelp tracks #asked and answered #anon answered #Simon

[that-was-anticlimactic]

one of the main reasons why sk8 is such a good show (in my opinion) is the characterization of reki.

the fact that reki doesn’t somehow magically get better and surpass everyone, the fact that reki improves but not enough to be the best, the fact that reki gets jealous but not in this complete character-changing way is so important.

i think that’s one of the reasons that i like reki so much.

in media nowadays, the underdog character always becomes amazing, they always win in the end. they have a story similar to reki’s, but it turns out they always just needed a little bit more practice or a different teacher or more self-confidence to become better. there isn’t necessarily anything wrong with that, but it puts this immense pressure on everyone to want to be the best. it makes everyone think that if they can’t win, if they aren’t the best, if they don’t magically improve and become a prodigy, then they’re bad at whatever it is.

but that isn’t the case with reki.

reki tries and he tries and he tries so hard but no matter what he does, everyone else is better and that’s more realistic in a way. he doesn’t magically improve or magically realize that if he does some specific thing then he’ll be better than everyone else, he just isn’t and he becomes okay with that.

as much as everyone wanted reki to win his second beef against ad*m, i’m glad that he didn’t. i would like for him to beat ad*m because ad*m is terrible, but he didn’t because ad*m is genuinely just that good of a skater.

what makes reki losing so important is that even when he loses, he’s proud of himself. he’s happy and he’s okay with second place. what makes it even more important? not one single person in his little found family went “you were so close!” or “you almost had him!” or said anything about him losing because that wasn’t what was important.

here was this seventeen year old kid who they all realized they cared deeply for not because of his ability to skate, but because of his heart. he just basically got tortured while skating, but he finished the race. it didn’t matter to any of them that he lost, they were proud of him because he finished and he was happy. they all knew something was wrong--maybe at this point they know why or maybe reki tells them later--so seeing reki smile and laugh after one of the most purposefully violent beefs ever was more important.

reki is a symbol for being okay with being okay. reki is a symbol for those who aren’t naturally gifted and those who don’t become so much better even after loads of practice.

reki is loved by his friends and he is considered worthy not because his skating ability defined his worth, but because he loves it. that’s something that most of the found family needed to learn, and they learned it from reki.

skating is supposed to be fun--any activity you do is supposed to be fun. it’s really hard to remember that sometimes especially when you’re surrounded by such talented people--especially when you feel left out of left behind because everyone else is becoming better and you simply aren’t no matter how much you try.

reki is a reminder that you don’t have to be the best at what you do. reki teaches us that you don’t have to be really good at an activity to be amazing and that your worth is not defined by your talent.

people don’t often shows these sides of talent and activities. it’s always the underdog becomes amazing or you have to win or you’re a failure or you can become the best by practicing a lot and the thing is? that simply isn’t true. practice helps, sure. reki did improve when he practiced, but not by a whole heck of a lot. he isn’t on cherry’s level or joe’s level or miya’s or shadow’s or langa’s, and that’s okay.

you can still be important and you can still be a main character and you can still do something that brings you joy even if you aren’t amazing at it.

there are many great things about sk8 and many great things about kyan reki, but this has got to be one of my favorite things about them.

#i have a Lot of feelings #i just took a three hour nap because i got. not as much sleep as i should have last night and i felt SO guilty sleeping because i have #homework and i want to write and sometimes i look on tumblr and see everyone posting fics and art and i'm simply. not. #because i have too much homework sometimes or i need to choose sleep over writing (which doesn't happen to often oops) and i feel that fear #of falling behind and i feel like my worth is based on how much i write / how much i post and i know deep down that isn't true because all #that matters is that i enjoy writing and that i have fun and not having as much time doesn't mean i'm automatically worse than all of you #and that's one reason why reki is so special to me because he was that reminder that i needed--especially after my super busy summer when #i truly didn't have time. not to get like sappy in the tags but i've never been the gifted one. no matter what i did i was never great at it #you know? i tried so much when. i was younger and kept getting frustrated because i simply was Not as good as everyone else or not as good #as my sister and my friends. one example specifically is in marching band. i did it fo four years and i was always one of the weaker links. #i wasn't the best at marching and i wasn't the best player--in fact i always struggled to play harder stuff because reading music doesn't #come naturally to me and learning to play an instrument was really hard and everyone in my section was amazing and there was this stigma #about being in concert band and how being in concert band meant you were bad even though it just meant there wasn't enough room in the #higher bands but the band director made me feel less than because i was in concert band and because i wasn't as good as everyone else. it #sucked and sometimes no matter how much i practiced i just couldn't do it and i hated myself for it and i hated myself for not being good #enough at writing to get published in spectrum junior year and i hated myself for not being as smart as my friends and doing worse than them #on everything no matter how hard i tried and i hated myself for not having something i was really good at or better at than my friends #and i still haven't completely gotten over that but wow does reki get me emotionally. wow is reki important to me. he was the character i #needed when i was younger and like gahhhh sorry this is kind of emotional i just like had a dream that made me :/// and it made me think #about this so yeah just this is why reki and sokka are so important to me and this is why i love that reki didn't win a beef #reki is just SUCH an important character in media and he’s written SO WELL #i cannot express how genuinely elated i am to have a lead character who isn’t the best and stays that way and the lesson of the show about #happiness AHHHH IT GETS TO ME IT’S SO GOOD WJSBEKNDND #kyan reki #sk8 #corey rambles:)

[miraculouscontent]

Hi, Adrien is handed things on a silver platter whereas Marinette has to work for them.

First thing’s first is just the concept of the love square. Chat Noir gets to interact with Ladybug no matter what because they’re heroes. Ladybug - who carries the weight and responsibility of heroism without getting benefited from it - is required to go to every battle due to her purification ability, and Chat Noir of course is going to show up because he loves both flirting with Ladybug and the freedom of being a superhero.

In addition, Adrien got his miraculous by helping Master Fu up (something that would be expected out of any semi-decent person; by the way, yes, I know the “””significance””” of the action, and it’s silly), whereas Marinette saved him from being hit by a car.

Adrien was allowed back in school with still no explanation from Gabriel (especially since he’s Hawk Moth) as to why he thought it was a good idea to send his son to a school where the very first akumatization had happened. It was Adrien’s goal for the episode alongside making friends, and Nino offered him friendship out of pity when Adrien sulked about how Chloe was the closest thing to a friend he had.

Chat crushes on Ladybug because she stood up to Hawk Moth in a speech dripping with confidence, caught what seemed like hundreds of akuma, and came up with a plan quick enough to save Mylene and Ivan from falling to their deaths from the top of the Eiffel Tower. Marinette (who Chat fell in love with one side of first, mind you, so already this is to his benefit), meanwhile, crushes on Adrien because the narrative gave her a falsehood about him never having any friends (i.e: no Chloe) and he gave her an umbrella while he was ten meters away from his actual ride (like with Fu, again, any decent person--).

Chat’s crush on Ladybug makes things harder for her because it causes him to throw tantrums mid-battle, get distracted and distract her because he’s busy flirting, all of which make her feel guilty for not returning his feelings. Marinette’s crush on Adrien makes things hard for her again because it causes her to embarrass herself while virtually everyone who knows teases/mocks her for it, their opinions of her even being dragged down due to the crush (see Alya with the Lila situation).

Chat is shipped with Ladybug by Parisians everywhere and Alya delighted in taking a picture of them kissing (that got posted on the Ladyblog without Ladybug’s consent). Likewise, the other LadyNoir kiss (that Ladybug had to do to free Chat from Dark Cupid’s control) was shown on live TV for all watching to see. Marinette’s kisses with Adrien, however, were either wiped from the timeline (in which Adrien got to keep a secret from her so he could date “””Ladybug”””) or used to humiliate her because Adrien was attempting a prank.

Ladybug realizes that Chat is in serious about her, not because he told her himself, but because he relayed it to Marinette who happened to be Ladybug. Marinette, on the other hand, has spent 3+ seasons attempting to confess her feelings to Adrien or make advances on him, all of which ended in some form of failure and some of which through no fault of her own.

Chloe shoved her in “Bubbler” (Adrien didn’t even check on her) and then Nathalie crushed the note she’d written on a scarf that Marinette put tons of time and effort into, leading to Adrien thinking it was from his dad.

“Copycat” was accidental and came on too strong, requiring its deletion.

She got distracted by Alya and forgot to write her name in “Dark Cupid,” her letter only further solidifying Chat’s crush on Ladybug.

She kept getting interrupted in “Gamer” after Alya chided her for using the event to get with Adrien (despite Alya doing the same thing for Marinette during the film in “Horrificator” while Mylene was MIA).

She wasn’t able to tell Adrien about Lila’s thievery in “Volpina” because the grimoire had to remain a secret.

The hat in “A Christmas Special” got given away within minutes and then not even brought back on-screen by Miraculous Ladybug (Adrien never even thanked Marinette personally for it).

Kagami came out of nowhere to take the fencing spot in “Riposte.”

Deciding not to make schemes only led to her embarrassment in “Gigantitan.”

She got made fun of and the notes all conveniently looked the same in “Backwarder,” leading to her mixing them up.

The macaron for Adrien (that Marinette would prepare every week) never got eaten by him and ended up causing the akuma after Chloe had emotionally manipulated Marinette into scheming with her.

Practicing on a statue (as per Tikki’s advice) in “The Puppeteer 2″ humiliated her when Adrien revealed himself as the statue.

She was embarrassed during the party in “Party Crasher” because she was pressured into dancing without her consent.

The timeline had to be reset in “Chat Blanc” and she had to lie to her friends that she hadn’t given Adrien the gift even though she’d actually succeeded, while the hat she made just for Adrien got written off as a gift from a random fan (which is an even worse fate than the scarf).

The confession in “Felix” was deleted by Felix himself before Adrien could see it.

And Adrien, meanwhile? Ohhhh boy, lemme tell you about Adrien.

He gets put into suggestive/close positions with Ladybug on many, many occasions, all for “free.”

He got a kiss from Ladybug in “Dark Cupid” that, remember, got photographed and put on live TV.

He got to goad the audience without consequence about he and Ladybug potentially being in a relationship eventually - gaining the knowledge that all of Paris was invested in LadyNoir to thoroughly stroke his ego - and then Ladybug had to act like they were a couple in “Prime Queen” to the point of holding Chat’s hand and saying that they were in love.

Likewise, “Glaciator” featured Ladybug having to act like a couple with him again, now to the point of kissing his cheek, and then Chat got a blush from her after he’d spent a good chunk of the akuma battle pouting that Ladybug didn’t come to the date he set up (that she hadn’t even known was a date because he purposefully withheld that information) despite her telling him that she’d have to see about it because she had plans.

He was reassured in “Anansi” on being “irreplaceable” after he made an unnecessary comment about being replaced by a turtle (Carapace).

He got to carry Ladybug around bridal style and also save her in “Sandboy” and “Reverser” respectively because she was rendered essentially useless without him, then got to save her again in “Frozer” after giving her the cold shoulder for rejecting his feelings.

He’s the one who got told by Marinette’s own parent not to apologize for how he feels in “Weredad” (note that Marinette herself never got this talk from Sabine, nor Tom, which very much could’ve prevented “Crocoduel”).

He got a cheek kiss from Ladybug in “Desperada” after getting to undo the very-much-against-the-rules identity reveal he made to her via Second Chance.

He got to look good in “Gamer 2.0″ when Ladybug was seeking advice from him despite the fact that her and Chat’s situations hero-wise are absolutely, completely, 100% different and he didn’t even try to take that into account.

He got Ladybug resting her head on his shoulder because of what she saw in a deleted time in which he - unbeknownst to her - lied by omission.

A fake Ladybug tried to kiss him on two separate occasions, “The Puppeteer 2″ and “Ladybug,” much to his delight (something to note is that the fake Adrien who went after Ladybug in both “Chameleon” and “Felix” tried to force themselves on her).

He got the “jealousy” moment from Ladybug in “Heart Hunter” and then a hug from Aquabug in “Miracle Queen.”

He received no repercussions for taking Ladybug out on a date (that she wasn’t aware was going to be a date) in “Gang of Secrets,” at best having to apologize for her behavior to the people around them.

He got reassured that Ladybug “couldn’t do this without him” in “Guiltrip,” even to the point of being told that she “probably doesn’t tell him enough.”

He got told by Ladybug that she would never abandon him in “Hack-San” because he was guilting her sulking about how his not knowing her identity would mean that he’d never see her again if she left him somehow.

And before you think this only extends to the romantic aspects of love square, let me tell you now that it definitely doesn’t.

Marinette entered the bowler hat competition and had to defend her own work to the judge.

She ran for class representative and had to earn the trust and faith of her class in “Darkblade” when put up against Chloe’s bribery.

She did whatever she could to make sure Juleka got her picture taken in “Reflekta.”

She had to actually craft a pair of glasses suitable for Jagged Stone in “Pixelator” and then make a gorgeous album cover for him in “Guitar Villain.” (note that this partially led to “Troublemaker” where she was just happily wanting to advertise her parents’ business, and the writers multiplied her Adrien pictures for the sake humiliating her when it was caught on live TV)

She had to work to get ungrounded by improving her attendance in “Simon Says,” because she had been busy being a hero.

She worked to try and get Nathaniel and Marc to get together on a project, knowing it would be good for both of them.

She set up an entire celebration for her bully to try and make said bully feel good about herself in “Malediktator.”

She did Kitty Section’s designs and costumes in “Silencer” and then had to go protect them from being stolen, along with her friends’ music.

She had to wear multiple miraculouses in “Kwamibuster” in order to go against Kwamibuster and get back both the ladybug earrings and the cat ring.

“Gamer 2.0.” Just... “Gamer 2.0.″

She made a whole complex lockbox to protect the Miracle Box in “Gang of Secrets.”

She worked to reach out to Zoe in “Sole Crusher” even after Zoe trashed her in front of the school, going as far as to try and comfort Zoe’s akumatized form.

She had to stand up for the movie to be fixed in “Queen Banana” because no one else would.

She has to work each and every akuma battle as Ladybug, figuring out Lucky Charms that can range from simple to complicated, while simultaneously dealing with a partner who relies heavily on her plans and will occasionally make things harder by either throwing tantrums mid-battle or distracting her.

And meanwhile...

Chat Noir got to throw the blame onto Ladybug for Theo’s akumatization in “Copycat.”

Marinette covered for him in “The Collector” when he was the one who recklessly lost the grimoire by not being careful with it.

He got handed Fu’s identity in “Syren” after whining to Ladybug, throwing blame on her and trying to bribe Plagg so they’d tell him, threatening to quit while Paris was underwater, and all of this while Marinette herself only got to meet Fu because she had the grimoire on her.

He was given the moral high ground in “Malediktator” despite not having to actually care about Chloe enough to call/check on her.

He got to sit back in “Chameleon” and not concern himself with judgment or comment on the situation with Lila, even going into “Ladybug” where he continues to inform no one about Lila (including Marinette, who briefly believed that Lila came to her senses and was willing to make amends) after Lila got Marinette expelled, despite the complete lack of risk on his part considering who his father is and how harshly Lila would be dragged through the mud if she dared to trash his reputation.

He clumsily trips in “Captain Hardrock” in a fashion that reveals an instrument he happens to play, leading to him getting invited to join Kitty Section within seconds of being on the Liberty. (so when Adrien is clumsy, it’s to his benefit, and when Marinette is clumsy, it’s to her detriment)

He never got called out for distracting Ladybug and digging for details that could relate to her identity in “Kwamibuster” (which, again, forced Marinette to do all the work to fix things).

He got a party thrown for him in “Party Crasher” by Nino, and also guys that Adrien had never put forth effort into interacting with or befriending (Marinette had also been through more with all of them sans Nino).

He got to force Ladybug’s favorite traits of his out of her in “Truth” because she was under the influence of Truth’s powers.

He got off the hook for sacrificing himself in “Lies” by flirting about Ladybug’s “irresistible angry little pout,” and also never got repercussions for flirting with another girl while dating Kagami.

He never had to face consequences for smashing a chimney in “Sentibubbler,” even as he was dismissing the gesture because he knew Miraculous Ladybug would fix it.

He didn’t have to apologize for his behavior in “Hack-San,” whereas Ladybug "had to” for telling someone else her identity (the details of why - i.e: that she was having a mental breakdown and needed a release from it - being completely left out) and not telling him that she was leaving (when she literally hadn’t had time to tell him anything; do note as well that Adrien didn’t have to do the same in either “Backwarder” or “Startrain”).

He received no consequences and was in fact rewarded for allowing the akuma in “Wishmaker” to hit him, a choice that Viperion has to live with because it caused him to see both Ladybug and Chat’s identities (meaning now Luka - someone who, like the guys in “Party Crasher” - Adrien has done virtually nothing for - can support Adrien since he knows).

And I could go on, I really could, but my point is that Adrien is given all of the sympathy and sad points while Marinette basically never is. Just like how he was born swimming in money, fame, and adoring fans, the show hands out praises and all the things he’s ever wanted because he’s sad.

He doesn’t have to try. He can whine and complain and vent to Plagg about how “replaceable” he is because the show will mollycoddle him to the moon and back. They’ll put his crush on Ladybug’s shoulders to make her feel guilty while Marinette is over here having to bust her butt just for a chance at Adrien recognizing any semblance of her feelings, and he goes on being blissfully ignorant of them so he doesn’t have to suffer like Ladybug does.

In addition, Marinette has to either be “““making mistakes”““ or embarrassing herself in order to get screen time because the burden of lessons fails upon her, whereas Adrien can be name-dropped without even doing anything.

It’s not just the love square that’s unbalanced, it’s everything between these two. Ladybug is scolded and punished for the slightest act of selfishness while Adrien is encouraged and rewarded for being selfish and demanding things. Marinette has to work to be noticed (and sometimes won’t even get that much) while all Adrien has to do is put on his best sad face and the show will bend over backwards to either give him exactly what he wants or make him the sympathetic one through the narrative.

Even if Adrien had known about Marinette’s crush at the time that Ladybug knew about Chat’s, it wouldn’t matter, because the tipped scales in how they’re treated would still make it so Marinette is the one at fault for “dumping her feelings onto Adrien” while Ladybug is still forced to interact with Chat even if his advances make her uncomfortable.

#((It's a good day to choose violence.)) #category: salt #salt: adrien agreste #salt: chat noir #salt: love square #((I probably should've done this in video format.))