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aeliesa · 1 year

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DEAFENING SILENCE OF YEARNING

Synopsis: He's away but in those days of being on a different horizon, you just couldn't restrain yourself to think about how your life seems to be akin to what you try to evade. Nonetheless, he continues to prove you wrong in different ways.

• Relationship: Charlotte Katakuri x female reader

• Content: some extent of angst (?) and fluff

A/N: While rewatching one piece (which means my priorities is to reach Land of Wano as of now lolololols) I couldn't help but to write this as my mind keeps on generating plots (which I hate because whenever I try to write on my other fan fiction stories, it seems to be that writers block is back from vacation!) Anyway, this is a lengthy one which I decided to cut, I realized that it is way too much for one post because it is over 8k words, which might tire some of you.

I was just really kept on letting the juice of creativity out of my mind and realized this scenario has been growing the moment I stepped in the WCI arc, and I cannot help but adore the donut boy (although my heart lies with Ace, Luffy, and Law alone ehe.)

Anyway, this is the point of view of the reader (you) on missing the donut softie boy.

I hope you enjoy! :D

Addendum: there are some revisions but it's not too much that it alters the story. Just some errors here and there. Still, the possibility of errors that I overlooked is there.

To read the continuation head to: here.

In most situations, political marriage doesn’t work that much. It may help strengthen connections between families, but those forced to bind their love to secure the future of both parties tend to suffer the most.

Although you were treated differently than most of his family’s spouses, sometimes it makes you wonder if this union is simply for the family’s benefit.

“No,” you dismissed the thought immediately.

If anyone asks how married life goes, you would like to answer one thing: life-changing. At least, it is what you were dreaming of saying rather than pleasing; there is something in this matrimony that you were hoping to seek… something that differs from your parents. However, much to your dismay, the answer becomes more explicit each day: it is the same selfish decision between two heads of the families.

“Isn’t it also a selfish choice for you?” The thought makes you sigh in frustration for hoping to see the light in this almost spiral of despair.

As much as you try to neglect the idea, it just creeps inside your mind, slowly convincing. Being persistent has its merits, yet the situation you brought upon yourself at some point says otherwise. This political marriage between your family and the Charlottes is your gateway from the life you always wanted to escape. The suffocation of your father’s law has restrained you from almost everything in life, including the liberty to roam around your former land alone. In simpler terms: you were never free.

The night is still young, but your body is already weary enough to crave the soft mattress that can be found in the chambers shared by the two of you. Despite the tiredness, you were in no mood to leave the living room as you found comfort slouching on a settee facing the fireplace, listening to the soothing crackling from the burned woods.

“Why are you still awake?” a worried figure appeared from the mirror atop the fireplace. She walked over to you as soon as she stepped on the floor. “I was here three hours ago, and you didn’t bother to leave? Your body must be sore, sister, not to mention the babysitting with our youngest siblings.”

“We can stay here if you want,” a lady with peach hair says with concern.

“I appreciate the concern, girls, but it is still early… I’m not that tired,” you softly mumbled, trying to suppress a yawn with a wide smile. “This may come off, but what are you two doing here? I heard that there’s some commotion at the Seducing Woods; shouldn’t you be there, Brûlée?” your gaze never left her as the tall, pale woman with purplish hair sat before you.

“I needed to be here,” she simply quips, blowing her newly poured tea and glimpsing at your puzzled look.

“And I wanted to see you!” says the other one.

“Here? This isn’t the forest, Brûlée.”

Brûlée comes almost daily to accompany you, which you are thankful for. There are also nights that she checks on you from time to time. It can be through the mirrors or simply staying at your house and ensuring your needs. At first, you were bewildered by her ways of seeing you, but later on, you became accustomed to it, almost that it didn’t faze you that she appeared out of the blue.

Some of your in-laws visit you, but it is almost twice or thrice a month, considering their position, you understand. You were grateful that they took their time to spend their leisure time with you; never did they show any sign of detest in those times. Unlike some spouses of their siblings, you were just elated they treated you as a part of the family.

Most of the time, Chiffon and Brûlée knock at your door or appear from the mirrors in different corners of your house.

“Big brother asked me to look after you while he’s away,” Brûlée explains casually, leaning against the settee with a trace of determination across her face. “Actually… he asked all of us, but since most of my big brothers and sisters are busy with their work, they rarely come… and right now, I took the chance to escape dealing with those dimwits-minded pirates and let the other siblings handle it.”

Chiffon ‐ the peach-haired girl, nodded, “Brûlée also came to me and told me she was off to see you, so I took the chance!”

You were not a pirate nor had the liberty to sail the sea on your own accord, but when you stepped foot in Totto Land, you saw things that could leave you at a loss for words. Never in your wildest thought that such a country existed, much less imagined it… but it did. Although some things are difficult to explain and leave you dumbfounded, nothing can beat how his actions defy your pondering about this relationship – the union and mostly about him.

He continues to prove you wrong, not that you wanted to be cynical about him. Hell, it is the last thing you want! But considering where you grew up, it cannot be helped. To add fuel to the fire, the situation you’re dealing with is no different from the factors that lead you to think about it.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Excuse me, sister.” Chiffon picks up her transponder snail and answers it with: “sister is fine!”

“That is good to hear – hey, Oven, give that to m –”

“Hey sister, how are you?!”

“Now that you got to say your words, let me have this – Cracker give that to me! I’m gonna –”

“Big sister! I will ensure no pirates will step foot in your land!”

“Big talk right there, Cracker, when I was the one who monitored those weaklings. Now give that back to me!”

“What are you trying to say, Daifuku?!”

“I’m not done yet –”

“Shut up! Hey sister, I’m going to vis – hey Oven!”

Brûlée couldn’t contain her annoyance, “why don’t you guys try to resort to talking to her one by one?”

Instead of an answer, all she received were a series of banters from her big brothers, and you couldn’t even understand their words as they continued to bicker about who goes first in talking to you. Seeing them acting like that gives you a sense of belongingness; you were never the big shot in your own family, but somehow seeing how your husband’s siblings fought for your attention is surreal. As much as you try to understand their big brother’s impact on his siblings, you still fail to comprehend how you became a part of someone they have come to love. From a different perspective, your in-laws also look up to you the same way they see their big brother but, again, from a different perspective.

“I said I’ll go first!”

“No! You’ll just take all the time!”

“Daifuku is right!”

On the other hand, the woman with purplish hair who sits in front of you seems to restrain her displeasure and starts to yell at them, which makes everything worse. The other one, named Chiffon, tries to soothe her siblings but eventually joins the banters. Although the situation worsens, you find comfort that they have turned the silence of the living room into a swarming of energy from their bickers.

You couldn’t help but laugh at their enthusiasm and somehow pitied the snail at its continuous shifting of expressions: from anger to felicity to laughs and screams, their siblings’ bond is one of a kind that you also missed at your land.

Raising a hand despite not being able to be seen, you beamed. “Hi, guys! How are you there?”

“We are fine, sister!” the siblings from the other line answered unison, with the snail imitating their ecstasy.

“Hey, sister – I – hey!”

“Look, sister, I am goi – no! I - hey! Give that back!”

“Let me just finish – ow! Hey – clank”

Right before you could say something, the line was cut off. You just smiled over the cup of tea, elated to see that your in-laws are doing fine despite taking the mess into their own hands. It is not that you questioned their ability, but sometimes you cannot help but worry. Periodically you would check on them to see if they were okay, and thanks to your sister-in-law Brûlée, it was easy for you to move from place to place due to her abilities which you find so amazing.

The two girls shook their heads in disbelief and turned to you. “We’re sorry about that.”

“There’s nothing worth apologizing for,” you assured, smiling. “I’m glad you guys are okay… thank you for ensuring my safety.”

“Of course,” Brûlée exclaims, clearly flustered with your response. “We do not want to leave you alone, and certainly, we cannot withstand our big brother’s request… even if he doesn’t ask, we will do it voluntarily.”

“We just couldn’t leave you alone,” the other agreed.

Your eyes widened at their honesty but quickly tried to look away to hide the warm color of your cheeks through sipping your tea; Brûlée failed to notice your reaction much to your delight; however, Chiffon saw that subtle reaction.

“Big brother Katakuri is awesome… he’s the most independent sibling out there, and he is so strong that we all aspire to be as strong as him,” Brûlée explains while biting a cupcake. “Anyway, it must be hard for you to be married to him.”

The thought already crossed your mind: marrying him is no easy task. No, marriage is not easy; it bounds you for eternity. It is life-changing because you have already observed it from your siblings and parents. When you agree to be tied to him, you already know that there are things you have to compromise.

“What makes you say that?” you genuinely questioned.

Brûlée clears her throat and pauses, contemplating her sentence, “I mean… big brother is always away and, most times, when he’s here, he is always at work… I can very much perceive the difficulty of having time with him.”

Chiffon frowned at her sister’s question, “Brûlée! That’s not nice…” she turned to you with curiosity shining in her eyes. “Say, sister, what is it like to be married?”

It was the silence that engulfed you. The weight of the girls’ words is evident, leaving you silent for a minute. Chiffon’s question ran into your mind. Usually, you would answer it with fine, but in those moments, something akin to your desire to answer life-changing makes you want to say something different.

“Brûlée and Chiffon…” you softly called and straightly looked into their eyes. “Marriage is something that everyone should take seriously, it is not just the union of both sides, but it is a lifetime chapter that will shape the rest of your life.”

In between your pause, Chiffon interrupts. “Our family focuses on political marriage because it is what our mother wants… Most of us shut the idea of marrying for true love because we are bound with the responsibility of making our mother’s dream come true…” she lowers her head, dejected at the idea of marrying for convenience. “I’m gonna be honest… to see you and big brother Katakuri being in love gives hope that I – would someday have the same bond with you two.”

You could taste the tiniest hint of faith in her tone of your husband’s siblings. Chiffon is the most upfront about marrying for love. You cannot blame them for losing hope in finding affection in marriage; you’re also the same as them. A wave of sympathy came over you that you almost gave her false hope, which you never did.

You stood up and went over between the two girls who were lost in their reveries and gently placed a hand on both, “I cannot deny that political marriage tends to end up tumultuous, but that does not imply it could happen to the both of you. You must also remember that things may turn the way you do not want, but that does not mean it is the end of everything. There is time in everything; perhaps who knows that you and your siblings will find love the same way your brother and I do, or way better than ours.”

You gave them a reassuring smile; you know it is not the best advice, but it was what you could offer. The two-sister-in-law of yours seemed dazed, for all they could do was hug you, which you answered by leaning at their embrace and tapping their cheeks gently.

“We are so lucky to have a big sister like you,” Chiffon uttered, making you smile.

“And I am delighted to have you as my sisters,” you answered truthfully.

The three of you remained in that position as they showered you with questions about the life of matrimony; mainly, it was Chiffon because Brûlée entertained herself with the sweets they brought for you earlier.

“Is the life of being married hard?”

You thought for a second, “I-uhh... Maybe at first? Because of the sudden changes in your life, but as far as I can see… it is not…” you paused, thinking about the days you were newly married.

A feeling of sorrow starts to sprout that you choose to kill it off instantly, you’re with his sister, and it is not the right time for that. “You must learn to compromise; you have to give up something and in the same manner accept him wholeheartedly – his flaws, family – everything!”

“What about you?”

“Me?” you cleared your throat when Chiffon nodded. It didn’t escape from you how Brûlée glanced – also waiting for your answer. It is not because the question is difficult, you already have your answer, but before responding to the young girl’s curiosity, you sipped your tea.

“Well… I also have things to compromise, which is not a big deal because… I want to be part of your brother’s life.”

By that, you know it to yourself. When you agree with the marriage, you already see yourself in a different side of life – a life shared with someone who you vowed with your heart to cherish and love. The only person with whom you’re willing to set everything aside and risk things to be with him.

Chiffon leaned against your embrace, touched by your answer, while Brûlée, with food stuffed in her mouth, chimed in, “I always – no – all of us will forever wonder how marriage life works for the both of you….”

You laugh heartily at her blatant remark. “There are just things that you cannot understand, girls… but soon you will,” you smile.

Brûlée chuckles, “I can still remember that he said almost the same thing.”

You glanced at her – astonished. Did your husband talk about you with his siblings? You cannot see him being like that… even in the house you share with him, he’s different. Nonetheless, Charlotte Katakuri never fails to subside your doubts whenever you think of one; he may be thousands of kilometers away. Still, somehow, he can always make a way to connect with you in every possible way. Honestly, he continues to leave your thoughts at bay. This demeanor of Katakuri is what you’ve been holding onto that tiniest shade of light you see in this marriage.

The girls didn’t stay too long, although they insisted on waiting until you fell asleep. You refused because you were really not ready to rest. It was also getting late, so they had to return to their own shelter because there were responsibilities to do once the sun rose.

Once they left, you started to clean and brew another tea. It has been a long day, but some of you wanted to stay in the living room. You took a blanket and covered yourself as the coldness started to make its way under your clothes. For the past five months, it became your routine to simply sit over a cup of tea with a book in your hand and wait until it is late enough for you to stand up and head to your chamber.

Despite the comfort of the silence and being alone in the middle of the night, words cannot digest in your mind, for your intuition is somewhere in the conversation with Chiffon and Brûlée earlier. You cannot help but think about your answers.

Everything you said is the truth, but when you try to contemplate it… somehow it feels almost illusory.

You thought back on the days of your life before being married.

Political marriage is a thing for powerful families, and you’re familiar with it. When your father broke the news over a fraught dinner, no one was surprised… instead all of your siblings simply nodded, questioning who would be the chosen one while you just silently listened.

As your name left your father’s mouth, everyone was astonished, but mostly, it was you who was lost for words. You have siblings who are far prettier and more adventurous than you are, but it was nerve-wracking when your father shared that the Emperor of the Sea specifically chose you.

Your family is a product of political marriage; as much as you wanted to see the love between your parents, you failed. Being the youngest, your father was very strict with you, which you cannot understand, but you could tell it was mainly because you looked like his wife who ran away from his land.

The marriage was a yes-only answer; when the Emperor of the Sea speaks, no one can say no – or if there’s one, it takes a lot of courage; it sparks a war. But you’re no warrior, just a lady with the blood of royalty of vast influence that the emperor needs.

Since you were young, you knew about the Navy, Emperors, and pirates because of his distrust of you not to run away. He brought you with him to Whole Cake Island whenever he met with the residing Yonkou – Big Mom. You will forever be aghast by the sight of the island and how everything is paradise, everyone was friendly, and you have become accustomed to their treatment to the point that they allowed you to enter their workplace and even baked with them.

You’re a good cook. Being almost restricted to the outside, you busied yourself with cooking. When Big Mom took a liking to your baked cupcakes, that was also the time she became fond of you – which was also a good thing for this political marriage. She can be the worst nightmare for everyone, but she appears to be delicate and sweet whenever it is with you. However, you’re like everyone in her eyes on some occasions.

You shifted position and took notice of the symbolism of your union with Big Mom’s son, bringing you back to your senses. He inserted the ring on your finger with no words to say, yet his actions were enough for you to feel over the moon.

“I could never regret this decision,” you mumbled, smiling as you traced the gems of your wedding ring.

No matter how you think this marriage was your escape from the life you had come to feel suffocated, it is no secret that Katakuri took your hand and led you to a new promising one. He is known to be the strongest general, the ideal brother of his siblings, and you cannot in any way taint his image as the perfect son and sibling. Before you came into his life, there was his family, and you wholeheartedly accepted it.

Katakuri has been away for five months, and you’ve been married for half a year. In the first month, he was at the main island, primarily due to his duties, and when he came home, it would be late… too late that you would fall asleep waiting for him and wake up in your room with him already gone. That series of actions became the routine of the two of you, no matter how you look at it… you just cannot hate your husband.

It has always been like that until now. For the past six months, you waited for Katakuri every night, even when he asked for your permission (despite believing that your words have no power over your mother-in-law), that he’ll be gone for five months. You were waiting for him.

Sometimes, when the sun rises, you bring yourself to your chamber and drift to sleep. Each night seems tiresome, but your determination to see him first once he’s back winning over your weary system.

Your in-laws have no idea about this, Brûlée would sometimes express her distress over you - staying up late, but you would just answer her as you’re not yet tired. In reality, you were just waiting for your man.

Life with him is way different from what you anticipated, but you do know it is bound to happen as he is a man of responsibility. But with the series of absences, you would have concluded that perhaps… he did marry you out of convenience? Or was it just you who thought that this might turn out differently?

From the book you’ve read, different genres, and authors, you had come to believe the hope in everything, and right now, you were clinging to the faith of this marriage.

Compromise. It is one of the things you compromise; you chose to understand him. Above everyone, now that he is married, isn’t his wife’s job to believe in him? Be at his back and support him in everything? You understand him. Never in each second did you resent him for the odd interactions where you are sleeping soundly while being carried by him back to the room shared by the two of you? His responsibility is still his to take, even being tied to you. The least you could do is not add another to his plate, for he already has too much.

Katakuri never raised a hand against you… as a matter of fact, he’s different from what you expected; the subtle treatment of him each night is a message of his affection for you… but you know there is more to it, but his responsibilities should be met first. His siblings are way too expressive than your own husband, at least to their knowledge. However, knowing Katakuri for years, you could tell the emotions that lie in those demeanors. However, due to his schedule, there was little to no exchange of conversations with you, which is beyond belief; you thought it might change someday, but it just worsened.

But it is what it is.

“When will you be back?” you mumbled, staring at the ring almost sorrowfully.

Charlotte Katakuri, a man of few words and the man you vowed to love for eternity, has been away for almost all the days of being married. Although it was the start of something new, you cannot help but imagine that you were falling right into where your parents’ relationship is.

It is clear as bright as the sun that you’re missing your husband, but what else could you do other than wait? You have been waiting since your marriage, how you always stay late in the living room with the hope you’ll see his manly figure entering the house… but no.

At some time during the first month of marriage, you were doing as you do as of the moment. There were times that Katakuri was surprised to see you – awake waiting for him. The two of you would eventually spend the night over a cup of tea or in bed in a warm embrace and exchange of perception on deep topics worth discussing. Katakuri is a man of few words, but much to everyone’s oblivion with you, he can be the most talkative person you love to converse on a topic because he is a man with substance and intellect; you just love to be lost in his thoughts.

Those are rare moments; in most cases, you just fell asleep waiting for him.

Hugging your knees while staring at the ring and thinking about this marriage life took your energy, and you drifted to sleep, hoping that your husband would come home this night. The longing is burning you out that seeing him seems to be next to impossible.

The bed is empty without him – everything is just too different. The deafening silence of your longing for him starts to make its way. You were waiting for him all these times, silently. Somehow, right now, saying it would probably ease you in any way it can.

“I miss you,” you softly mumbled before slumber’s darkness overtook you.

Being married to Charlotte Katakuri is a roller coaster of emotions; he could lift you to the top of the Skypiea similarly and drown you more extensively than the Fish-Man Island. But because he’s the man you never regret marrying, everything about him is worth compromising.

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mirahuyooo · 2 years

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Cold Hands, Warm Heart | jjk

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

— Jeon Jungkook loves you and you—in spite of your many attempts and better judgement—love him just as much.

Word Count: 1,129 Content/s: fLUFF, romance, established relationship, vague historical setting? (1500s, Joseon, somewhere chilly, cloudy , and by the sea—would it be possible? idk T-T), Jungkook is big ol simp, Yn is kinda tsuntsun, a sprinkle of angst, mentions of blood, an immortal loving a mortal, Vampire AU Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

[masterlist] | read more of [The Undying]!

A/N: I nearly forgot to post this LMAO 😭😭😭 It’s not that angsty but daMN thE IMPLICATIONS OF TRAGEDY HITS 😍😍😍 Also, ik vamp aus are usually the other way around, but im living for jk’s vibe in this lolololol anyways! I hope you guys enjoyed this! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

P.S. Though this can be read as stand-alone, this is part of a drabble series! 👀👀👀

The cold that nipped and numbed his skin wasn't enough to deter him from the only thing that has occupied his mind for the last few months. Though the rough seas made his heart thrum with utter thrill, nothing quite came close to the way his entire being shook with anticipation at the sight of home.

See, home, for a rowdy lad like Jeon Jungkook, was a desolate town by a freezing sea. Its streets haunted him of the poor child he was, while a certain part of the neighborhood plagued him of the suffering of his family, but over yonder—a little deeper inland, and on the outskirts of town—was a small cottage that everyone whispered about. It was home to a woman that moved there without anyone ever really noticing—a woman whose presence incited jealousy, curiosity, and hostility alike.

The very woman who had his heart in her hands.

"Jungkook, is that you?"

Her voice, though soft, was enough to send shivers down his spine with that elated grin appearing across his lips. Not so far from him was the cottage he's been waiting to see for months, and by it's porch stood the woman he loved, in a worn hanbok and thick coat blown gently by the wind. In spite of her simplicity, she makes his heart skip a beat all the same.

In that instance, Jungkook secured his bag onto one shoulder and picked up his pace, his boots crunching on dead leaves, to engulf her in his arms which blissfully earned him a surprised gasp. Like the menace he is, he steals a kiss as he swung her around and beams up at her with a bunny-like grin.

"Missed me, jagi?"

Jeon Jungkook was a charming man that was determined to get past your walls, climbing the damn thing no matter how many times he fell and hurt himself, but he was successful, wasn't he?

Jeon Jungkook has wriggled himself in the confines of your very being and made a home there with no intentions of leaving, what-so-ever.

Jeon Jungkook loves you and you—in spite of your many attempts and better judgement—love him just as much.

"Of course, I missed you," you sweetly say as you cup his cheeks and press a kiss onto his nose, laughing as he scrunched his nose. "It's been so long after all…"

It was then that he set you back down to the ground. "Your hands are cold," he notes worriedly, a pout becoming of his lips as he cups your hands into his and guides it towards his mouth to blow some warmth onto them. "Didn't you have mittens?"

Such a notion brews guilt and panic in you, even as you're endeared by his gestures. Oh, if only he knew.

Rummaging your brain for excuses, you try to alleviate any suspicion or question. "They got too worn," you sheepishly tell him a little white lie, as you gently ease your hands out of his grasp and consciously keep them tucked within your coat. "I turned them into rags instead."

Jungkook, ever the subconsciously clingy bastard, doesn't make much issue with the way you took away your hands from him and easily settles for wrapping his arms around you. "That simply won't do," he declares, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "We have to get you warm—hup!"

A shocked squeal escapes you as he takes his other arm beneath your knees and lifts you in one fell swoop. If any of the town elders were to see this, the two of you would be in such trouble—more trouble than you were already in.

Such was the folly for loving a reckless man, you suppose—you’re bound to always invite trouble. Jungkook's brute strength was one of the very reasons he managed to make his way up the ranks of their ship, and often always makes use of it as he pleases.

But that doesn't make him any less prone to accidents.

The two of you stumble forth a little, Jungkook grunting as he has a little trouble with the balance of having to carry his luggage, your weight, and himself. "Jungkook!" you exclaimed with a smack onto his shoulder as you try and get yourself off of him for his sake. "Perhaps you should let me down?"

Stubbornly, he marched forth and slid the door to your little home open, before finally setting you down.

That's when you sensed it.

The smell you knew all too well—craved by your very being.

Jungkook only further confirms this as he sets his bag onto your small dining table and sheds his thick coat. There on the sleeve of his arm, against the cream color of his shirt, was an all too telling shade of red. Blood.

Oh. Oh, no.

You could feel your fangs daring to protrude, your instincts screaming at you to sink them into his flesh but you grip your hands on the shelf behind you. Shaking as you gathered your wits about you, you took a deep breath and cast your eyes down lest they were showing a terrifying hue of red. Thank the heavens you've yet to begin lighting the candles.

Your demons whisper to you in spite of your reminding that you had fed earlier, tempting you to do the unthinkable. What’s deer blood compared to human, hm? Come on—

"Jungkook…" you instead say, voice faint and gritted. "What's that on your arm?"

Your clueless mortal looks down at his arm, sheepishly rubbing at his nape. "I got injured a few days ago on the ship," he tells you, as he thinks to himself. "The wound must've opened when I… carried you…"

A sigh escapes your lips at his guilty confession. "You reckless oaf," you softly scolded with a click of your tongue as you turned away from him and began scouring the room for something to dress his wounds.

The hunger is subsiding, you feel. Good. That’s good.

"Your reckless oaf," Jungkook sweetly muses as he knows well to take his seat and behave. His eyes follow you as you move about, adoration radiating off of them.

You go back to your human, back to your 'normal' self as though nothing had happened—as though you haven’t spent a minute or two battling the monster within you. Casting a fleeting smile, you roll the sleeve up his arm and see the previous dressing now marred with blood.

Reigning yourself in, you begin tending to him as you distract yourself with words. "Yes," you hum with a teasing lilt, "unfortunately."

Jungkook huffs childishly, hissing occasionally in pain. "You love me, though,” he grins, leaning in as if to conspire, “do you not, my sweet angel?"

There's a soft chuckle from your lips at his playful antics but a heavy feeling in your undead heart. How ironic of him to call you an angel when you are what you are—a monster.

"Of course," you tell him from the bottom of your heart. You love him very much.

Unfortunately.

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robo-dino-puppy · 1 year

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my thoughts on burning shores if anyone was interested (spoilers obvs, also loooooong, so long and rambling, don’t feel like you need to read it lol):

first of all - that final fight with the horus was EPIC. i LOVED the multiple sections that basically take you through all the game mechanics - stealth, ranged, climbing, swimming, platforming - all just really cool. SO AMAZING and FUCKING CREEPY to see a horus crawling/walking around. also props to sam witwer to being a great over-the-top villian lol. the final fight with londra in the head section felt a bit cramped and it took me a few cycles to understand what to do (like it took me too long to realize i could shoot the mines yikes i’m dumb) but once i did i liked the design of it. (although i felt aloy should have been more terrified of the horus waking up? she and seyka seemed pretty chill and jokey throughout the whole thing considering the situation - i feel like she should have been more scared, at least at first?)

second of all, little complaint - the sounds of the waterwing are EXCRUCIATING to me. really, honestly awful. well not from a sound design perspective, they're fine as... sounds... just not sounds i have to listen to frequently. but i'm very sensitive to noise and i have misophonia, so... maybe that's why. i wish it would just stop making noises. so many noises. all the time. in my mind steve (my sunwing) flew off to hang out with some burning shores sunwings and the moment i go back to a sunwing site i will recognize him and override him again and then we will go back to adventuring together and i will abandon the waterwing unless i need one again. also they added a noise to the barrel roll on the sunwing and that is not cool, don't like, i would like steve to be quiet(er) again pls.

third, an issue - i can't complete cauldron theta because every time i kill the bilegut my game crashes. TT-TT i go through the whole fight, aloy says "it's done!" and the game closes and i get an error. i have fought that bastard three times now and i WILL NOT be doing it again until i have reason to believe it’s fixed lol. the rest of the cauldron was pretty cool tho!

other things:

GILDUN! OMG. i loved that whole quest. i felt bad but i listened to all his commentary behind the door before opening it :D i also felt bad because he's so friendly and optimistic and his delving partner was a jerk, and while i didn't want to lie to him i chose the heart option for aloy's response, and i don't think i could choose the others. and he gets a focus and a hug! AHHHHHH it was great. you’re our friend gildun! (i did get him talking on aloy's focus once when i went back to the main game, so i wonder if there will be random comments like that sometimes? v cool)

NORA LOOKOUT ARMOR! holy crap i forgive them for not giving us the banuk sickness eater bc i did not expect to get the lookout. AMAZING. i will have to do a run with her wearing the lookout the whole time. the quen armors are pretty great too (and lots of dyes, but still only four dyes for the oseram armors? like, why? why didn't the oseram armor get the ng+ dye? WHY GUERRILLA)

ZENITH WEAPON! i was ambivalent about this idea before bc i wasn't sure how zenith weapons would work with the others we have, but i honestly love it. i also like the little clinky noise it makes when she puts it on/stows it :D some of the new weapons (like the shredder) in hfw felt kind of ratchet-and-clank-y, which i loved bc i *adored* r&c growing up. the zenith gauntlet also feels a bit like r&c and i’m digging it. now aloy just needs a topiary sprinkler lolololol (just kidding).

ZENITH FACEPAINTS! ok i would not wear these full time but they are honestly beautiful with the gold. also didn't expect these. and some new quen ones and the new valor surge one and the pangaea one. (are there more? i haven’t finished the delver’s trinkets or the aerial vantage points) i have my work cut out for me for my facepaint series!

i'm... not sure how i feel about aloy and seyka. as an ace girl who was hoping (however foolishly and vainly) for at least the choice of ace girl rep in aloy, it didn’t hit for me the way i’m sure they wanted it to. (i realize she still could be ace, just not aro, but to me it didn’t feel like they were telling an ace story, if that makes sense.) and i like seyka but she wasn't as immediately endearing to me as many of the other side characters - altho maybe my opinion will change on a second playthrough.

but i *am* glad that aloy is 1) letting herself be emotional/vulnerable around others 2) is more relaxed and happy after hfw’s whole story and 3) actually voiced aloud how her early life as an outcast impacted her ability to form friendships. (or wait... was that only in the brain flashpoint dialogue, which is the one i picked? idk) so anyway not mad about it even if i wasn’t really feeling it, and i’m happy for the ppl who wanted aloy to be canonically into the ladies. (which imo it always seemed like she was)

the map is beautiful and the clouds are too. the sky in the new map omg!!! the color of the sky/clouds is definitely unique from any of the other areas. it does feel a biiiiiit too bright in places tho. several times the environment or aloy was completely blown out, highlights-wise. i didn’t change any settings on my game or tv from before, so i don’t feel like it’s on my end, but maybe i need to check.

speaking of sky have you flown up into the cloud layer? like it's a small thing i guess but it is BEAUTIFUL, it literally looks like one of the luminist paintings they said they were inspired by, but it's 3d. so, so pretty.

i did feel it was a bit short/fast especially compared to how the frozen wilds felt, but i may have just rushed it bc i was able to sit down and binge and i wanted to avoid spoilers.

why no tallneck? :( the frozen wilds tallneck was so great...

the jurassic park references made me laugh :D

the whole thing londra was doing to the quen, and the conversation with nova, was extra gross and creepy. also i thought we'd get nova as an AI ally like CYAN but oh well.

again the horus fight was amazing 10/10 boss fight v cool. the only thing i would have added was somehow shooting from the waterwing before gliding down to the ground. with two riders one can shoot and one can steer right?

but the side quest with the three waterwings on the island? HHHHHOLY fuck that was annoying. i used practically all my resources to kill those bastards. "weak to fire" my ass. they have like mile-wide aoe attacks and they are FAST and i kept missing their bodies while my ammo was going through their wings... super, super annoying, did not like, 0/10.

i hope they un-mirror the ammo selection, i was constantly picking the wrong arrows lol.

i walked up on some sandpipers on a beach and i scared them off and it was so REAL i just stood there and watched them fly away. and then they landed further down and started doing their little sandpiper-y thing again. SO COOL.

LEGENDARY SPIKE THROWER WITH DRILL SPIKES! thank u gildun i love it and will cherish it forever.

i'm not sure about the aerial vantage points (whatever they're called) bc i haven't finished them yet but the ones i have done are more emotionally along the lines of the original vantage points, so that's cool.

i did the stormbird in the cloud before i had the waterwing override and the stormbird KILLED STEVE so i reloaded a previous save where steve was alive and waited to do that until i was riding a (super-noisy and annoying) waterwing lol.

i am SAD that all our companions have left the main map. :( i mean they didn't do anything besides stand there in the same spots but... they were there...

sylens, ahhhhhh. that final convo made me tear up a little. i wish aloy had said something before she walked away, even a sarcastic "thanks" would have felt better imo. he didn't see her smile and he didn't hear the comment she made later. just considering the real-world stuff with lance reddick, oof.

also, visiting varl’s grave T_T

aaaaaaanyway i personally felt it was *well* worth $20 and i’m sooooooo excited to see what guerrilla does in the future!

#text post #burning shores #hfwbs #burning shores spoilers #hfwbs spoilers #thoughts!

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bookofmirth · 2 years

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Did sjm really debunked Azriel's book theory? I thought she didn't utter his name

Y'all, no. No she did not.

What she said was that she likes when the men take a backseat and women are in the forefront, and that she sometimes forgets what to do with them.

Honestly, that is not news. If anyone was surprised by that statement, then I worry for their fucking reading comprehension and Aelin, Manon, Elide, Feyre, Nesta, and Bryce would all like to have a word with you. I am willing to bet that a huge portion of this fandom likes acotar, and sjm, specifically because of how she centers female protagonists in her stories. This is not news.

So anyway, since people are busy pretending to be stupid, here is a reminder:

Heir of Fire - Dorian, Chaol, and Aedion's chapters were one of the three main narrative strands in that book, along with Aelin and Manon. They are men.

Empire of Storms - Rowan is being a sad man at the end

Tower of Dawn - Chaol's book (he's a man)

Kingdom of Ash - Chaol is back and manlier than ever! Dorian also gets his own chapters when he's trying to steal from Maeve. He uses his manly wiles.

Acowar - Rhys had a POV. He is a man.

Acofas - Cassian chapters. I think we've established he's a dude.

Acosf - Azriel gets a chapter. He is also a dude!

I mean... the pattern here is that the farther she goes into a series, the more likely she is to include a guy's POV. That's not interpretation, that's just literal fact. ToG and CoM? No guys. HoF? They start to enter the picture and their presence increases. Acotar and acomaf? No male POVs. Acowar? They start to enter the picture and their presence is increasing.

The first chance that SJM gets to show us Elain away from her sisters' eyes, and how does she do it? Not by centering Elain. No, that chapter follows the actions of A MaN. I'm sorry but how do people think that sjm, she of the "I forget about the men sometimes" is going to frame Azriel's chapter from a guy's POV instead of Elain's on accident, like... idk did she forget to write it from Elain's POV instead? We knew pre-release that it was Azriel's chapter, it was marketed as Azriel's chapter, it follows his actions. What the fuck is not clicking???? This paragraph is sort-of beside the point, but honestly - do people think that e*riel is going to happen, and that the first time we see them they are from the man's perspective, and that that somehow jives with sjm saying she forgets about the men? lolololol I'm dead.

Obviously she can and will and HAS WRITTEN A DUDE'S BOOK and multiple times has had men take over a good chunk of the narrative. If she had never ever done that before, I would say yeah, doesn't sound good for Az. But please: see above.

The thing is, none of the arguments that people have today are different than the arguments that they had last week. You know why? Because we got literally jack shit about Az, Elain, Lucien, or anyone else that we didn't already know. She didn't say Az's name, or Lucien's. She struggled to talk about Elain. So people are taking the opportunity to double down, I guess.

I feel like this post was honestly pointless because you guys, we knew all this shit already. I wouldn't take a bunch of crowing from people who thought Gwyn was a child with any amount of credibility.

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quick aside for my moment of befuddlement because ive always misunderstood the idiom "like a house on fire" LOL. i always thought it was a passive aggressive way of saying "dude, we would destroy each other lets not talk" so when i first read that I was like ??? context??? doesnt match??? did they misunderstand the idiom? DID I? then i googled it and you're right lol its a nice thing. (tho now i wanna put that in a fic bc i think that would be a delightful misunderstanding for characters to have). IM SO GLAD I MADE UR FUNK SLIGHTLY LESS FUNKY THO. you're great and you're super sweet ;w; if i had more self-confidence, i would definitely jump at the opportunity to befriend. maybe when i get more gutsy

BACK TO THE SONG LAN HATE THO. im sorry, im still in shock. just HOW. also..... how is my interpretation of them not the common one??? again, i stay so strictly to my lane i didnt know other lanes existed and i definitely dont want to hear about it bc i think song lan hate would hurt my heart. it already hurts my heart sometimes when i see xue yang hate and XUE YANG DESERVES IT. literally i despair at media literacy sometimes. i absolutely cannot understand how anyone consumed the same content as we did and decided to be mean to song lan.

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY A FAVORITE ARTIST, DUDE. have you fucking SEEN your stuff?!? like, are you as blind as xiao xingchen? (my sweetie, may he forever regain his sight). your art is GORGEOUS. absolutely worthy of being a fav artist and i am sure im not the only one. for starters, your pieces always have a depth to them that sets them in a scene so freaking beautifully EVEN WHEN THERES NO BG or even in your more simplified styles. when you come out with a "silly phone doodle of xue yang", i see the freaking SKILL needed to make THAT adorable lil gremlin as just a 'silly doodle'. like BRO, youre so skilled that i think youve lost depth of how good an artist you really are. i wish i was smarter with art words so i could tell you in color theory exactly why your colors are so beautiful but im dumb and all i know is "color pretty" BUT SINCE I CAN PORTRAY STUFF WITH WORDS SOMETIMES i'll try to just express how your colors alone can evoke emotion and tell a story, how you use the contrast to make your art pop off the page, the way that the colors caress a scene and show so much more inside. its beautiful, your art is beautiful, i can look at a piece for such a long time and still find interesting details that make me smile. oki i'll stop beng weird now but like NEVER DOUBT YOU'RE FREAKING SKILL BRO. (shit i didnt even get to how your animations just break my brain oeuihgo i love)

lolololol dw abt telling me about the cannibalisms piece, i look Specifically disrespectfully at that one. not big into cannibalism but damn dude, there is a Mood to that piece and frankly, something that messed up sort of suits them on their worst days euorhgioeurh i like me a fluff au or a fix-it fic but damn those two can get Dark.

My otps are often rarepairs ;A; i never do it on purpose, im normally jumping headfirst into a more popular ship but then i just See the potential in two other lil guys and im like.... holdup, wait is no one else seeing those two??? AM I THE ONLY ONE WITNESSING THIS? (yes, yes i am). And the hyperfixation begins and its just me alone at a bar with no bartenders so i make my own food. but im a weird lil guy so my cocktails are always strange and im alone at the bar lol. tbh songxue is one of my LESS rarepair rarepairs. like... theres actually fics that i didnt write for them LOL. (there was one fandom where there were 40 fics for a ship and i wrote all 40. i am a sad and lonely lil loser lol)

(scuse me one of my fav artists said they think i'd write my otp well, i can die happy oaierhgoeirh i actually do write ff for songxue but hahaha im still just a silly anon but its rlly good to know that the person i think characterizes them best in the fandom (that ive seen) thinks i would do a good job with them aoeghuihr thankyou for the high praise, i guarantee i dont deserve it)

(sometimes i've wondered if the reason you draw/write them so well is bc you dont ship them? weird take but like, shippers have shipping goggles right? we see what we wanna see a lot of the time. but since you just think they'd be neat standing next to each other (much agree), you actually put thought into their characterizations and personality instead of just "this is how they'd F*CK" or smth similar. and bc the personalities and stuff mean way more to me than sexy stuff (thats the whole reason i ship them! their personalities!) the fact that even your crack stuff has such a good basis in who they are as people makes your content just so good. whereas sometimes i see content by shippers (no disrespect meant, everyone ships in their own way), its very actively ooc, usually for a kink fill, and im just... but what abt their personalities? what abt the whole reason i think they'd be good together if given the chance?! WHAT ABOUT THEM? and then u come around drawing them like that and i just wish more people portrayed them the way you do. this isnt meant as like an anti-smut thing, i like smut, its just that sometimes pwp is just two strangers who happen to have the character names of my blorbos and literally nothing else in common and theyre my BLORBOS. more power to people who like that stuff, i will stay in my lane and bother this poor lovely person who doesnt even like the ship but is kind enough to see their potential to be pals cuz damn im in it for the emotions)

heh heh yeah it means we'd get along well but i like that interpretation too and think it would make a great story!! here's to you becoming more gutsy! (though again you're very free to use an alt or something!)

genuinely why i don't go looking lmao... song lan fans are so fucking strong to have to deal with the shit people have said BUT nowadays the climate seems to be a lot better :D i see lots of thirst for him at least KFHKDJ and my appreciation post of him has 800 notes so that's hopeful at least! but same i don't get it at all (though honestly i will say a lot of character hate stems from shipping. legit.) but yeah regarding xy hate for me it's gotta be for the "right" reasons LMAO

LJHLFHFD ALL THE COMPLIMENTS MY BRAIN CANT TAKE EM!!!! genuinely!!! THANK YOU!!!! i do often tell myself 'your stuff doesn't have to be perfect it just has to spark joy' to feel better about not rendering a piece to hell and back and mostly taking the lazy route, though this year i really wanna branch out and try more! but all of this has shot me in the heart... emotion to me is the most important part of art, and one of my favorite responses to get is laughter, and you don't need a 4K HD piece for that haha BUT LISTEN YOURE NOT WEIRD EVERY ARTIST I KNOW WOULD KILL TO HEAR THIS im gonna frame it. but after ive printed and eaten another copy like wow you think i set the scene ;_; will cry (agsjdhf sorry i really do read everything im just. PROCESSING!!!)

ahaha yeah for sure! i do love me some cannibalism (i am the cannibal friend) but absolutely that was just intended as a very dark place. song lan has Had it (the premise was xy thinking hey, he likes me, let me remove the nails i am sure everything will be fineOHNOOO)

oh dude i have chronic rarepair disease. most of what i ship is stuff i've come up with myself so any content is me + 2 souls maximum who i have managed to drag with me and make content KSGKFJ (case in point, xuechao) i just have this compulsion to do what nobody else has done

(you do deserve it! and dont go looking i wanna keep being the one who portrays them best :p)

and hey maybe because YES!!!! my work almost exclusively stems from personality oh my god thank you for acknowledging that i think that is the highest praise of all... how their personalities gel together is SUPER important for me, shipping or otherwise!! i'm telling you you and i would get along really well since we agree on the fundamentals i think! like yeah there's nothing wrong with some good old self indulgence but ooc takes me out of stuff a fair bit, and trust me i feel like most people would think MY stuff is ooc! but the thing about the strangers with blorbo names made me laugh so hard lhKDHJAfhsg i am so guilty of that in the past, i've read my old stuff and i'm just like damn. i just projected onto these dudes. NO MORE (it is bound to still happen privately but hey, ultimately, write what you want to read)

song lan and xue yang, in the 'if given the chance' realm, have exactly my favorite type of duo dynamism which is why i cannot stop drawing them lol like some funky spin on boke/tsukkomi... generally speaking ">:D -_-" is visually my favorite thing to draw haha and again! i wanna say it's not an all-out global dislike, i just a) understand most people are NOT coming at it from where i am so it doesn't interest me/makes me sad, and B) understand WHY people wouldn't be into it. because wow. um. ouch. that sure is some shit

i am gonna take a moment to plug an author i think you might really enjoy, pomegranites on ao3 (@pometogo on here!) ! i can't speak for Every flavor in there being to your tastes but there are definitely a fair few fics that made me bonkers, namely not easily let go, written for song lan love week :D

#long post #shin dont look #jic #who AM I i never do fic recs LOL #the fic i linked i treat it as a twin soul to your hands and mine #<- if you havent read this one pls. anyone seeing this. your hands and mine gotnocents ao3 thank yuo

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welcometololaland · 1 year

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Hi, I just wanted to say WOW, your new fic today was something I didn’t know I needed. I really need the show to put this into an episode, Rafa’s facial expressions would have me on the floor 💀.

Too many favorite parts to talk about so I won’t go on and on, but definitely the whole password 1234! (so in character for TK Strand), the way you added Andrea and Mitchell's scenes were so good, TK reading th comments back to Carlos 😂 and the barista! That scene at the coffee shop had me screaming lolololol. The whole thing felt so real and true to them, like yes, of course Carlos would go viral, and TK would love it and talk to Marjan to figure out how to pay for their wedding through sponsorships. DUH!

Their banter and their voices were just so in character. And their love (TK is his target audience)!!! They are so gone for one another!! Guess I went on and on anyway 😅, but it was such a bright spot in my day! Thank you! If you ever get more creative ideas and want to write more fics like this one, know that you’ve got a target audience too. 🙌🏾

Oh gosh, thank you so much this is such a lovely ask. I adore Rafa's acting, and when I wrote this fic I tried to imagine his combined look of exasperation and also confusion. I love how expressive he is, it makes writing Carlos so interesting.

The password 1234 (!) was all @pragmatic-optimist she is simply a genius in this regard. I'm the kind of person to put that as my password (it's not, please don't try and hack me), so I just burst into laughter and added it straight away.

Thank you for your compliments on the characterisation - that truly means so much to me. I had a lot of help (again from Sonia), but I am really happy with how this one turned out and I'm glad it seemed to bring joy to people as well! I feel very satisfied, and yet somehow encouraged to write more Tarlos social media fics lmao. I have another idea!! I am so keen to write it (not TikTok). My WIPs are out of control but we have started something here.

Thank you again for your comments - you are a bright spot on my day!

if anyone else wants to read - Target Audience is here.

(see below, TK in his momager era just living for his sexy, beautiful man going viral):

#target audience #ask #answered

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rvrindousvpet · 1 year

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wah. uh uh, i am back i guess?? after going missing for idk months. well hello everyone. but lolololol if I'm not feeling lazy then I'll start writing once again. hdbddbdb it surprises me how people r still reading my shitty works lolololol. anyway I'm just gonna say that I'm going to expand the fandom I'm writing for, the new ones r going to be jujutsu kaisen, genshin, chainsaw man, and for bsd maybe only dazai and chuuya? alright I'm signing out yall see, any of you in the future?? also if anyone wanna help me speeding up my writer era pls do send in request because i absolutely have zero ideas

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It’s CMA-

Sorry for my relative absence, I was finishing finals last week lol. Anyway I’m back and ready to read the new chapter!

As a younger sibling, I love seeing Colin roast the shit out of benedict lmao

Ooh perceptive Josie! I was wondering when she’d catch on!

I love how Anthony so clearly thinks that family is #1 in his life and can’t comprehend anyone else thinking differently. I wonder if Ben will lean on him and if he’ll learn about clover’s family, and how he would react. I think it would explain a lot about her to him.

Also the only reason I think Anthony in particular would be involved is because I feel like clover’s parents will try to extort her and Ben in some way, probably financially, in which case they’d probably need to disclose it to Anthony and/or bring him in to consult on how to legally get rid of them.

Also going back to the Anthony and family thing: he so clearly has a set definition of what family means and what you would do for them, and how you would treat them even. It’s very black and white- either your family or you’re not, in which case he’s not going to really care about you. The one exception I can think of to that rule would be Charlie.

I mean, thinking back to the duel with Simon, he so clearly is willing to turn on him in a moments notice as soon as he thought that Simon was hurting his family.

It’s a fascinating dynamic- how far would he go for his family, and how much he would take for them. It’s like the very definition of he would burn down the whole world just to see them safe.

And seeing this with clover is especially interesting because she started very much as an outsider and he considered her basically a hostile threat to be controlled, and then almost immediately after she became family, he’s suddenly expecting everything to be good between them.

Idk idk just a lot of thoughts (I didn’t even read clover’s response, just the first line of Anthony saying “better terms? We’re family.” Lol so idk if what continues will completely invalidate everything I just wrote or not lolololol)

I love how clover kind of bulldozes over Anthony and doesn’t really ever let him speak. She does this a lot but so does he, so it’s interesting to see him be on the receiving end for once. They’re so similar it’s crazy.

(Their dynamic also a really interesting case study of how one instance of severe emotional trauma has significantly different effects than severe, prolonged physical, verbal, and emotional trauma, but also how trauma fucks you up in an overarching way that is similar/apparent to anyone paying attention)

Lmfao clover just asserting to Anthony that his most strongly kept secret is so obvious to her. Love to see it (also yes anthony get off your dumb ass)

THE DUEL IS THE DUEL IN THIS CHAPTER?!!???!!!???!!?? IS EVERYONE GOING TO GET SUPER INSPIRED TO GET OFF THEIR ASSES?!!??!!??!!??!!????

HES NOT EVEN FUCKING GOING TO TELL HER HES GOING TO BE AT A DUEL?!!??!!??!!?!!!

damn I know he’s protecting her because she’ll probably have a panic attack when she realizes, but she’s going to be so fucking pissed and probably still have a panic attack anyway when she finds out. Ben what happened to always being honest with her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 they were finally having such a nice, emotionally vulnerable, sober moment together too!!!!!!!!

Also at least we know that Anthony is going to get off his ass for Charlie finally. Thanks to clover for inspiring him and everything. Damn, if clover isn’t the maid of honor/best woman at the wedding, then Anthony will have really fucked up. He owes her BIG time.

Damn clover is going to have a crisis about nearly getting what she wanted. Holy fuck, my god, Ben you’re such a dumbass

The duel ended and Ben didn’t even come home!!! Oh my god how could Ben let Lottie be the one to tell her!!!!!!! Oh my fucking god Ben you dumbass!!!

(I know it’s fair because he’s been doing everything perfectly so far and he was bound to mess up at some point, plus I know he’s doing it with the best intentions but still!!!!!!! Ben you can’t do this to her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Wait who was Simon’s second?

Damn for Lottie’s sake, I almost hope she leaves because clover is going to be a fucking Hurricane and I’m worried who she’ll hurt along the way.

Also anthony was so close to having a decent relationship with clover and he just totally wrecked it for the foreseeable future.

Mostly she’s going to be mad at Ben, obviously because they’re the closest, but she’s going to be really pissed at everyone involved. Including Colin because he knew and didn’t tell her; I could see at least some damage being done to their relationship, which is sad because they had such a cute friendship.

Will lady bridgerton know about the duel? Will Eloise? I’d like clover to have at least one person to talk to, though I suppose she could always talk to Josie and Bess and her aunt and everyone.

I wonder if clover will stay in her house with Ben, or if she’ll be angry enough to stay somewhere else for a while. This is already going to wreck Ben, if she stays somewhere else it might break him.

Going back to the Anthony/family thing, this is such an interesting view of how all of the bridgertons are that way for one another and can’t imagine seeing things any differently. It wasn’t just Anthony that took that risk, it was his brothers as well, and daphne by riding out there in the middle of it.

It’s also a really interesting look at how Anthony didn’t even question if Ben and Colin would support him; he assumed they would, he counted on it. It’s a really interesting look at when being dependable goes too far.

I’m not entirely sure if they would count as being an enmeshed family, but I kind of feel like they would be. They’ve got very few boundaries with one another and rely on each other for everything, not even considering personal cost when it comes to the well being of their family. It’s great and amazing until it goes too far; there’s a reason why personal boundaries exist and are important, even within a well meaning tightly knit community like theirs.

Are we going to get any peeks at Ben’s POV for the last portion of the chapter, and/or if he left a letter or anything for her?

I also wonder how much this will damage her relationship with not just the bridgerton boys, but also daphne and Simon as well. I definitely feel like she’s going to resent them for what happened, even though that in doing so she would be a total hypocrite considering what happened between her and Ben.

If Ben hadn’t been so noble, quick on his feet, and willing to save her, they might’ve ended up in a not dissimilar situation to daphne and Simon, though I doubt clover would be willing to think about that.

It’s also so interesting how even though I talked about Anthony’s relationship with his family as a contrast to clover, they’re actually really similar. Anthony just uses the biological definition of family while clover has her chosen family.

It’s really interesting to consider what happens when two people who are willing to burn the whole world down to protect their family end up clashing. (Enemies to lovers clover and Anthony when? Lmaooo)

Clover’s definition of family is so flexible; she can add people and cut them off in an instant, while Anthony’s definition is very fixed: if you’re family, you’re family for life, end of sentence.

In order to protect his world, Anthony was willing to burn down clover’s, and that’s never going to be okay with her.

I wonder if Anthony even really thought about the fact that he’d be sacrificing part of his own world (his brothers) to protect another (daphne), or if he just expected them to be okay with it.

I feel like Josie is finally going to hear the truth about everything because clover’s going to be too mad to keep it a secret. When it was just her life at stake (when their fake relationship began), she was willing to take her suffering to the grave, but now that someone she loves is in danger, everyone is going to know how much pain she’s in.

Wow I know I keep saying this, but Anthony and clover are so similar. Both willing to suffer silently (and needlessly) for themselves, but they’re immediately sounding every alarm the moment they perceive their family as being in trouble.

They are both trying to control everything around them to make sure that their families stay safe. Their control issues show up every time the two of them fight: both fighting for control to make their own family the priority, even if it’s just a conversation.

Weirdly, clover almost has better personal boundaries, even if it’s because she’s practicing self preservation and being overly defensive, because when Anthony tried to walk all over her, she immediately put him in his place, but Anthony pretty much considers himself a martyr for the betterment of his family and would let anything happen to himself in order to let them be happy.

This is kind of interesting because I feel like clover sees herself as a martyr too because she was one for so long. She sacrificed herself over and over again to protect teddy, to the point where she basically burned out. So now every time she gets anywhere near that ledge, she immediately tries to flee.

But she clearly doesn’t realize this because she for so long clearly planned to sacrifice her own life by marrying an old, abusive man and keep it quiet to protect teddy and her family from the truth, and to protect herself in what little ways she could. But again, the moment she thought that that could be a reality, she had a panic attack and ran. (I believe this is in the chapter at the opera house)

Okay going back to this chapter: I’m so mad because Ben and clover are clearly just in a super sucky situation all around, and both trying the best they can to protect each other, only it backfires miserably in this case.

Honestly I’m mad at Anthony on behalf of clover. Like daphne and Simon are annoying, but ultimately they didn’t do anything that clover and Ben didn’t already do, so it’s not as condemnable, but Anthony so clearly is trying to protect his family by sacrificing everyone else, which is admirable in theory but so not cool in practice.

Idk a lot of thoughts, as always. Ugh this cliffhanger is killing me and it hasn’t even been an hour lmao.

Damn this season is fucking wild for the bridgertons lmao I love it

Omg omg CMA honeeeey! ❤️ I have so many thoughts about this! 😱❤️

Aw I hope your finals went well! 🥰

Colin will never stop roasting both Benedict and Anthony 😂 He loves it😁

Josie had her thoughts ever since that dinner...😏

I totally agree with you on the Anthony thing! ❤️ Like, for him family is the most important thing, that's also why he never even implied his feelings for Charlie because he thought Benedict had feelings for her, and he is so used to sacrificing himself for his family that he didn't even consider doing anything else ❤️

He would do anything for Charlie as well🥰😍

Like, Anthony made up his mind about Clover before even bothering to get to know her, and he was incredibly angry because he thought she somehow caused Lottie's heartbreak😁 But now he knows that's not the case😏

And also, the minute Clover married Benedict, she became family ❤️ So like at this point, Anthony would do anything for her as well because she's a part of his family, regardless of their earlier arguments or future ones😁

They really are so similar😏

Omg different types of trauma for them both, exactly! 😱

Yessss Benedict didn't even tell her he was going to a duel❤️ Like, he was ready to die for Anthony and the only thing he told her was that he loved her 😭

Oh yeah, Anthony definitely confessed his love for Lottie 😏❤️ After years! ❤️

I know it’s fair because he’s been doing everything perfectly so far and he was bound to mess up at some point, plus I know he’s doing it with the best intentions but still Funny you should mention that darling, because when the actual angst hits and Benedict messing up happens... 😈

You're absolutely right, she is a hurricaneeee😈

She will be incredibly angry at Anthony as well for putting Benedict in danger but mostly Benedict for putting himself in danger like that 😏

She will stay in the house but their dynamic...😏 It'll be different!

I don't think they will know about the duel actually! 😱 Because that would lead to them knowing the real reason behind that wedding 😏

That whole family is so ready to die for each other! 😂 No questions asked whatsoever 😁

Oh Benedict didn't leave her any letters or anything 😈

Enemies to lovers clover and Anthony when? I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THAT AU HELP😁

In order to protect his world, Anthony was willing to burn down clover’s, and that’s never going to be okay with her. I LOVE THIS SENTENCE SO MUCH😍😭 It's so good! ❤️

Both Anthony and Clover get feral when it comes to their family being in any kind of danger and yessss they both have control issues! ❤️ That's also why they clashed that much from the first minute they started talking to each other 😁

She sacrificed herself over and over again to protect teddy, to the point where she basically burned out. So now every time she gets anywhere near that ledge, she immediately tries to flee. Absolutely! ❤️ She is terrified of it and that's also why she is so much in denial about her feelings for Benedict and their marriage ❤️

Both Anthony and Clover would totally die for their families, no hesitation ❤️ Totally martyrs! ❤️

I am very excited for the next chapter 😈❤️

Darling, thank you so much, this is so good! ❤️ You're amazing, ILYSM! ❤️

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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I'm glad my metaphor doesn't come off like senseless nonsense! It is very nice to have a meeting of minds. (>__<) Dare I say, clown to clown conversation. /j Writing is such a fun thing like weaving together a tapestry or something or explaining such simple things through abstract means that give them more meaning... like sprinkling seasonings on your food... (I am currently hungry, pardon me. hfkekks)

Also, I just saw that you said there were many anons you had difficulties matching up for and I recalled doing my submission when there are about 5 slots left (if I remember correctly), so I take it mine wasn't all that difficult? Ehehe. You and your friends just read my submission and went sniff sniff, "Ah, yes, Heizou for this fellow comrade over here." 🥸

(P/S: I'm not sure if you're an MBTI nerd as much as I am, but I also like the fact that I am an INFJ and Heizou is an ENTP. Not solely because of the 'golden pairing' stuff, but also because my irl significant other also happens to be an ENTP. So, I love how this matchup, quite literally, matches up. 😌)

By the way, I saw that you're sick, so I want to remind you to take care of yourself! Or, at the very least, as best as you can 😭 Giving you some virtual throat lozenges and a cup of water in case you need it, comrade. Get well and feel better soon 🤍 (I shall fight the virus in your body for you 🤺 /lh)

- dandelion anon

"clown to clown conversation" is definitely what my friends and i love to do when writing lolololol, we'd make the stupidest sounding plot and somehow make it work–

Yep yep!!! I read yours and went "ah, this is definitely Heizou" lmao I just can't see anyone else I think it's a perfect match and I was eager to write abt it. Idk how to word this properly but I like the "ship dynamic" between you and heizou so I went up and did yours first hdjsksksksk

Oh, I didn't know your s/o is also ENTP that's really cute!!! (I'm actually also entp lol) aww now I'm pumping my fist in the air like yes we did this one perfectly boiissss!!!

I wasn't actually mostly using the MBTI for pairing purposes– I was mainly using that info to match the reader's decision-making things lolol (i am very much looking forward to matching up some anons with a disastrous "compatibility" simply because I'm a menace and i write yan fics–) I have a habit of generating random mbti before writing a fic just so i have like a basis on how the reader behaves with the yandere lol (OCMC being an exception, because their decisions are based on popular reader votings).

Idk why it very much warms my heart that you got someone similar to your s/o dhajkdkaoa (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) and thank you for your kind words again!!! Haha i guess i got too reckless and got sick but thanks again for the kind wishes dreamiest dandelion!!!

#ansytea-talks #dandelion anon

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maowmaowme · 1 year

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some guy at school told me 'not like other girls' like it was a compliment? LOLOLOLOL in reality I just workout and am so depressed I seem constantly relaxed. I LOVE being like other girls, I love giggling about Chris Hemsworth and lighting candles. I am not some 'manic pixie dream girl or 'cool girl' who only ever says anything interesting to you and is only here so that YOUR story can progress. I love Russian literature and French films, I have insomnia, I have high standards and boundaries, and I am a human being who will beat the ever-loving fuck out of you in defense of my fellow girls. I know more about the men I talk to than what they know about me. they ask me if I play video games, and I say yes, they talk on and on about "our" interest in video games, but they do not know of my pink gaming setup, they only assume that I am perfect, made for them.

I want a man who reads books, is also learning another language, and likes to have long philosophical talks about Albert Camus or Fyodor Dostoevsky. I WANT A MAN WHO KNOWS I HAVE FLAWS AS DOES HE AND VIEWS ME AS A HUMAN. I AM SURROUNDED BY ANDREW TATE-LOVING, INSOLENT IDIOTS WHO ONLY LIKE ME WHEN THEY AGREE WITH ME BUT NEVER WANT TO SEE MY POINT OF VIEW. I know there are good men out there, but I just can't seem to find any.

does this resonate with anyone? probably not. I'm just so tired of everyone (parents, boys my age etc.) assuming I'm ok with growing up fast so I can help my future boyfriend grow up. NO! I LIKE BEING MATURE AND ENJOYING THE THINGS I ENJOY AND I WANT SOMEONE WHO IS LIKE-MINDED, NOT SOMEONE WHO CALLS ME ANERD AND A LOSER FOR STUDYING. I WANT SOMEONE TO ASK ME FOR MY PHONE NUMBER AND NOT MY SNAPCHAT

#pls answer #why are men like this #is it just me #i cant tell if the spiders on my walls are real or if im going insane #feminism #manic pixie dream girl

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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I read your kogami shinya training and i was so excited for finally reading something kogami related.

And may i ask for a really angst scenario but fluff at the end. I want my heart broken but not that broken xbyjcahjj

awwww! thank you! I was surprised at the lack of stuff too, honestly. But we’re slowly but surely getting there ^_^. You came to the right place for angsty/fluff though. I can never have nice things lolololol

“I need to see him.”

Ginoza stopped when he heard your voice behind him, but doesn’t turn around just yet until, you assume, the burning glare in your eyes had bore into his skull long enough. “You can’t. It’s against regulations.”

He of course doesn’t ask who you’re talking about, as he knows you’re talking about Kogami. He’s been wounded in the line of duty, again. Only this time the rumor was it was bad. He’d been shot with a real gun. How or where anyone got a gun this day & age was beyond you, but it was the first one you’ve heard of in a long time. He was hurt. And you were scared. Therefore, “I don’t care about regulations! I need to see him!”

The Inspector sighed. Pinching the bridge of his nose in that nervous, frustrated way he does. “I can’t take you to the infirmary. You’ll just have to wait until he’s released.”

“You’re an Inspector! You can do anything!” It by their ‘grace’ that you’re allowed to do anything anymore. Leave the tower. Access points in the building. Do your job. You can’t do anything without their permission anymore and you’ve never felt so helpless in that order than now. Where you have to ask permission to see the man you love when he’s possibly dying in the infirmary.

“Please Gino. Please.” Ginoza looked away when you used his nickname. You’ve all been friends a long time. You know it upsets him more than he’ll ever admit that you’ve fallen. First his father. Then his best friend. Then you. You chose to fall down into the gutter with Kogami, rather than take the high road with him, and you know it hurts him to this day. Because he still cares about you. More than you care about him, and you feel sick using that against him, but whatever it takes. “I need to see him. To make sure he’s ok. I know you want to see him too.” He flinched ever so slightly in his shoulders. Giving the truth away. “I’ll take the blame and they can do whatever they want to me, but please. I….I’m not too proud to beg.”

“Don’t do that.” Ginoza said in a stern voice. He wouldn’t let you debased yourself like that. Not in front of him. Then he sighed. “Fine. But only for a minute.”

A great weight felt lifted off your chest when he finally said yes. One less burden as the one stone in your gut, scared over Kogami’s health, was still there. At least you were going to get to see him.

You walk with the Inspector down to the infirmary and he swiped his access card to open the door. “Be quick.” He reminded you as he let you go in and closed the door behind you.

With the door closed it was eerily quiet. No sound in the room except for the machines beeping rhythmically next to Kogami’s bed. Slowly, you walk over to him. The stone in your stomach coiled up to your throat as you looked at him. He’d been bandaged and cleaned, but looked so pale. But he was breathing. He was alive. That’s all that mattered.

Carefully you perch yourself on the side of his bed and took his hand. Kogami of course woke up. Injured, drugged, and post-surgery he was still a light sleeper; if not a little slower to do so than he normally would. “[Y/N]…..?” He said confused, to which you smile.

“Yeah. It’s me.” You try to keep back your tears as you smile. “Gino let me in.”

“Oh…” He looked around for a second for his former friend, but when he doesn’t see him he sighed and closed his eyes. “That was nice of him.”

“It was. But I had to beg him to let me see you.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” Kogami reminded you, like Ginoza reminded you. “You’re going to get in trouble.”

Still, even as he reprimanded you, his hand tightened slightly around yours. Your smile strength at the silent gesture and return it to him. “Haven’t you figured out yet that I am trouble? Don’t worry. Kagari and I have it worked out that if I get in trouble, he’s gonna set the common room on fire so he gets into bigger trouble and I’m off the hook.”

Kogami started to laugh, but immediately regretted it as he winced in pain while holding his stomach. “Don’t make me laugh. I’ll pull my stitches.”

A soft, sad expression came across your face and you reach out to brush his bangs from his forehead. “I was so scared I lost you.”

“I’m sorry.” He replied. Lulling his head into your touch. “I was just doing my job.”

You can’t really argue the merits of the job with him right now. It’s not exactly a fair fight. Plus, he looked tired and you were running out of minutes to spare. So instead you lean forward to give him a soft kiss before you leave. “I’ll see you soon.”

Ginoza still waiting by the door when you came out. Looking as stern as ever. “How is he?”

“Tired.” You reply as you both walk down the hall ‘minding your own business’. “He seems alright though. He’ll pull through.”

“Of course. God never takes the dumb ones.” You glance over at Ginoza out of the corner of your eye. He doesn’t mean it. He’s angry. Angry his friend got shot. Angry he let himself fall into that position. Angry that he can’t really be angry about it out loud. But he can’t say any of that, because his hue would cloud. Then where would he be? In the gutter with the rest of you?

“Thank you. For letting me see him.”

“Don’t mention it.” He replied as a door opened to another wing. “I….might check on him tomorrow. Since he’s my hunting dog.” He then added, once you were out of ear shot of everyone. “If you’re around and want to come with me, I can see about putting you on protective detail for the day. Injured Enforcers can be unpredictable. As a safety protocol I might want another one with me. To be safe.”

You offer Ginoza a soft smile, knowing what he was doing for you. Using the system to your advantage for a change instead of biding you with it. “Thank you Gino.”

“Don’t mention it.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#psycho pass #kogami shinya #shinya kougami #ginoza nobuchika #nobuchika ginoza #kogami shinya x reader #psycho pass imagine #psycho pass scenarios #tw: hospital #tw: unrequited love #ginoza nobuchika x reader #gino nobuchika x reader

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osakaso5 · 3 years

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Nagi Rokuya Birthday Photobook Rabbit Chat Part 5: All Their Gratitude

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Mitsuki: It's midnight!

Yamato: I'm glad we got to give our birthday wishes directly. Congrats

Riku: Nagiiii!!!

Iori: Nanase-san, yelling his name does not count as wishing him a happy birthday. Happy birthday, Rokuya-san.

Riku: Congraaaats!!!

Tamaki: Nagicchi hbdddddd

Sogo: Nagi-kun! I'm happy I get to tell you this face to face. Happy birthday.

Nagi: 。゜(゜´Д`゜)゜。

Tsumugi: Nagi-san, happy birthday! It's so nice that you can all celebrate together this year!

Nagi: Cocona is here!

Tsumugi: Cocona-chan!?

Riku: We're all wearing Cocona masks!

Sogo: It's a bit embarrasing.

Tamaki: So-chan, your hair's sticking out of the mask, lol

Nagi: What a special surprise! Six Coconas! I love you all!

Iori: That doesn't mean you have to grope people's behinds when you hug them *angry* *angry* *angry*

Riku: You're still not used to that, Iori?

Iori: No, and I wouldn't even want to be! Neither should you!

Yamato: My face is getting sweaty wearing this thing.

Nagi: NO! Cocona would never sweat! You must alter your bodies to be closer to hers!

Mitsuki: And how are we supposed to do that, lololol We're still men, you know, lolol

Sogo: Um, if we have to become women... I think there was a potion for that in a black magic tome I read the other day...

Yamato: I'm kinda curious what that potion entails. Not that we're going to be trying that or anything.

Sogo: It seems the first ingredient is the blood of a live toad...

Tamaki: AAAAAAA I can't see I can't hear AAAAAAAAAA

Tsumugi: Those masks must be very warm, if you're already getting sweaty >< lol

Riku: Apparently we're not allowed to take them off for the next hour!

Tamaki: But then we can't eat anything

Sogo: I brought the magic tome, does anyone want to read it?

Tamaki: Don't even open it!!!

Nagi: What is this black smoke!?

Mitsuki: Did you really do some kind of black magic!?

Nagi: Will you summon Cocona!?

Iori: Of course he won't!

Riku: Tamaki! Tamaki! The naan bread we were making is burning!!!

Tamaki: Aaaaaaaaaaaa

Tamaki: This is all your fault, So-chan and Yama-san!!!

Nagi: A... Cocona naan bread?

Yamato: Nope (lol) We were making it for you, Nagi.

Nagi: Why naan?

Iori: Calm down, Rokuya-san.

Nagi: Gulp...

Iori: Apparently it's because "Nagi" and "naan", both start with a "na".

Mitsuki: Lololololololol

Yamato: Pretty funny, right?

Sogo: I see, so they chose due to how similar they sound! That was really nice of them.

Tsumugi: Um, are you making curry to go with the naan?

Mitsuki: Nope, it's just the bread, lolol

Tsumugi: What!?

Mitsuki: I'm not cooking this time, since Riku and Tamaki were so excited to feed Nagi their home cooking. Iori was charged with watching them though, lol

Nagi: Hearing that makes me feel like I need to eat all of the naan, even if it completely dries my mouth...

Mitsuki: I did make the cake, so at least you have that to look forward to!

Nagi: ┖(o゜∀゜o)┙ Wasshoi!

Nagi: Now I can finally outdo Iori when it comes to enjoying one of Mitsuki's cakes.

Iori: My parents own a bakery. Don't think you'll defeat me so easily.

Tamaki: It burned

Nagi: This... looks like a black hole, spewing out the evils of the world...

Riku: Sorry, Nagi... You can't eat this.

Sogo: It's because I brought up black magic in the first place... Sorry.

Yamato: Nah, I really don't think you're at fault here, Sou.

Nagi: Do not mourn while you wear Cocona's face!

Nagi: For the next 30 minutes, you shall have a test of endurance in which you do the Cocona ending theme dance.

Riku: I like that dance!

Tsumugi: I'll make some curry and bring it over in a moment, so feel free to dance until then! lol

Iori: You can't be serious...

Tamaki: I'm gonna win

Mitsuki: Since when is this a competition!?

Nagi: Your cuteness puts you in a lead, Mitsuki! Now, everyone do your best!

Yamato: I think I preferred the weepy Nagi from earlier...

Sogo: Don't say that, Yamato-san!

Riku: Iori, that's the Bon festival dance! lol

Iori: D-didn't the dance go something like this?

Nagi: It did not. Start over, Iori.

Sogo: He's very strict...

Yamato: Are you sure you don't wanna go back to just crying?

Nagi: I have brought you the Clos du Menil I promised, Yamato.

Yamato: Actually, dancing doesn't sound too bad right now.

Tamaki: You sure changed your mind fast.

Tsumugi: Nagi-san, as great of a dance teacher you are, it's about time for the usual!

Mitsuki: I wanna change clothes before he does, lol

Riku: Yamato-san, are you wearing a shirt that has dark patches around the armpits? It's very stylish!

Yamato: Riku, that's sweat... I wasn't kidding when I said these masks are hot...

Nagi: Cocona does NOT sweat!!!

Choices/outcomes:

1. Your outfit will complement the Cocona masks!

Nagi: Indeed. This is a dress code I will gladly abide by.

2. Are you ready?

Nagi: I am burning with excitement, as Tamaki and Riku's special birthday naan burned before me X-P

3. It's time to change!

Nagi: I very much enjoy the sound of that X-P

Tsumugi: Is everyone ready?

Mitsuki: Who got him these glasses, lolololol

Tamaki: Meeee

Yamato: Oh wow, lolololol Looking good, Nagi, lololol

Riku: I want to wear them, too! Let me borrow them later!

Nagi: Very well. I will be the adult for today.

Yamato: What, because of the moustache? lol

Iori: I think you and Rokuya-san are the only ones these glasses would suit, Nikaido-san.

Yamato: What's that supposed to mean, Ichi?

Sogo: Wow... I wonder if I'd look good in them, too.

Tamaki: Quit staring at them with those sparkly eyes.

Sogo: I want to try the glasses, too.

Tamaki: Why???

Riku: Hey, we should all tell Nagi the thing we couldn't last time!

Nagi: !

Iori: Stop acting so nervous, Nikaido-san.

Yamato: You're not pulling any punches today, huh, Ichi...

Mitsuki: You trying to one-up me when it comes to heckling Nagi and Yamato-san? lololol

Riku: One, two, three, go!

Iori: Na

Yamato: Gi

Mitsuki: We

Tamaki: Lo

Sogo: Ve

Riku: You

Tsumugi: What a lovely message..!

Nagi: (´;ω;`)

Nagi: I have received a message of love from those dearest to me

Riku: We've been waiting to say it for too long!

Mitsuki: Congrats, Nagi..!

Yamato: ...Aaaand he's bawling again.

Sogo: Nagi-kun, I love you.

Tamaki: S-So-chan!?

Sogo: What? I don't think it was that out of place to say.

Tamaki: But you didn't have to say it NOW! Look how red you made everyone's faces

Sogo: Why would the rest of you be blushing, when I'm the one who said it?

Iori: It just feels wrong, somehow...

Riku: You didn't react like this when I said that to you on your birthday, Iori!

Iori: Why do you even remember that!?

Tsumugi: Nagi-san, your birthday has just begun! I hope you'll have many more happy moments!

Nagi: (´;ω;`)

Nagi: Well then, please post your other love messages now

Yamato: I guess I'll go first, then! Nagi, I'm glad I got to say this toi your face. Congrats. I mean it. Just when I think you're sly as a fox, you show this cute side of yourself that we all love. I hope you'll keep smiling for us.

Riku: I know you were probably really excited for this, but so were we! Thanks for letting us celebrate with you, and for making us so happy! Let's keep seeing the world and having lots of fun together! Happy birthday!

Tamaki: Congrats, Nagicchi. We're always doing dumb stuff and getting in trouble together, but it's all fun when I'm with you Let's have a blast today!

Iori: Happy birthday, Rokuya-san.

Sogo: Happy birthday, Nagi-kun. Even as a man, reading your photobook made my heart race. I envy you for being so charismatic, but I'm proud of you at the same time. Please keep singing with us.

Mitsuki: Happy birthday, Nagi! I know you've been doing pranks to make me mad on purpose lately! But I just can't be mad at you for that, lololol You always notice the important details. Sorry for relying on you so much.

Mitsuki: I'll have to become more manly, so you'll be the one thanking me for once! Let's go out and have cake sometime. Congrats!

Tsumugi: Again, congratulations and happy birthday, Nagi-san! We're happy just to have you around!

Nagi: I love you all.

Nagi: More than anyone else in the world.

Nagi: You are always there to welcome me home. You make me smile from the bottom of my heart, and you smile with me. When I want to cry, you cry with me.

Nagi: Thank you

Nagi: For giving me this home.

Mitsuki: Nagiii!!!

Riku: Waaaaah!!!

Tsumugi: Nagi-san..!

Sogo: We're all hugging Nagi-kun.

Yamato: Don't wipe your snot on my clothes!

Iori: Stop groping me!!!

Riku: It's not fair that only Iori gets groped! Do me, too!

Tamaki: Wait, I wanna be groped too

Mitsuki: Me too... not, lololol

Tsumugi: Nagi-san, everyone's sending you their birthday wishes online! Would you like to respond?

Nagi: Of course, my dear Tsumugi.

Nagi: This day was very painful and sad for me before. I had not personally known the pain of being apart from those I love.

Nagi: But today, I finally know how important, how wonderful it is to be with the people dearest to you. I am grateful to God, my teammates, and all of you for loving me so.

Nagi: I promise that my love for IDOLiSH7 and you will never end. Do you swear the same thing? Fall in love with me, for all eternity. Tell me how you feel. I will be sure to return those feelings. You will not regret it. I love you.

Translator’s notes..?

next up, Tenn’s Marie Mariage Rabbit Chats!

#idolish7 #nagi rokuya #birthday photobook #translation #i7 #rabbit chat

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 3 years

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lolololol, just read a new study saying that people who got the j&j vaccine in march showed it was 3% effective by august

i have been living a wild and risky life and i didn’t even know it!!

(which is to say: i guess it’s a good thing that i haven’t really been going anywhere or seeing anyone for the past many months!)

#dollsome's deep thoughts

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gureishi · 3 years

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Hello! Hope you are well! I love the new prompt list! I was hoping to ask for Zen with “You left your mark on me” thank you so much and have a good day 🤗

Thank you for this wonderful request, my dear!

Did I take this prompt too literally? Perhaps. But boy did I GRIN the whole time i was writing about it. I really hope this brings you a lil joy today~

thirteen: left your mark on me

Zen X Reader, T, words: 1928

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

He’s already long gone when you wake up. You have a vague, sleepy memory of him kissing you goodbye when it was still dark out—now, the sun pours through the window and your alarm jolts you violently from a dream.

It’s 8 am on a Sunday—in other words, a wildly inappropriate time to be awake, in your opinion. You rub your tired eyes with one balled fist. Why on earth did you even set an alarm today?

You’re yawning and considering just curling back up under the covers when you remember: the interview! Of course.

You stumble out of bed, dragging your blanket with you, and make your way into the living room. There are several shirts draped over the back of the couch; you can picture him so easily, with his languid early-morning eyes and his hair untied, trying on each shirt in turn and peering into the mirror—anxiously twisting to see himself from every angle, agonizing over the choice.

You turn on the TV and flop onto the couch, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. You check your phone: it’s only 8:05, so they should still be doing the intro.

The TV’s already on the right channel, and you smile, certain he set it that way before leaving this morning. He doesn’t always tell you how important it is to him that you watch—“Nothing would make me happier,” he says, “but I don’t want you to feel any pressure”—but you know what it means to him. And this is a big national news program, the kind millions of people will watch. He’ll be checking his phone right now, pacing in the studio, looking for a message from you.

You swipe to your first contact and send him a text. “I’m watching, babe,” you write. “Can’t wait.”

Just as you’re weighing whether or not you have time to make some coffee before he’s on, you hear his name; as usual, and even after all this time, your stomach does a little somersault.

He strides on screen, positively resplendent in a corduroy double-breasted blazer (good choice, you think), his hair tossed over his shoulder, glistening under the studio lights. He reaches for the host’s hand and shakes it gently. He’s got it down, you think: the amiable manner, the cool handshake, the half-smile.

The host makes a joke and he laughs lightheartedly, tossing his head back in way that’s somehow as natural as it is artful. And that’s when you see it.

Your mouth falls open. You shoot up off the couch, automatically moving closer to the screen for a better look. You rub your eyes; try rubbing the spot on the TV screen, too. But it’s undeniable

There is, without a doubt, a small, circular bruise on the side of his neck—just the size and shape of your mouth.

You lift a shaking hand to your face. No way. NO WAY.

You fall back onto the couch; he’s saying something now, answering a question about his transition from stage to film, but you barely hear him. If he was anyone else, this would be meaningless—he’s an adult living with his partner, after all, and there’s nothing particularly noteworthy about a little love bite. But he’s him. And he’s on national TV.

Your phone is already buzzing. Nervously, you swipe away the new notifications and return to your thread with him.

“Zen,” you text him. And again. “Zen. Zen. Zen.”

He doesn’t answer, of course; on screen, he’s grinning, nodding as the host makes a comment about his last movie. Reluctantly, you swipe back to your notifications.

There are several text from his publicist, of course. The first one says “Are you serious?!” and the second says “How did you let this happen?” You don’t look at the third or fourth.

There are texts from his agent and her assistant, too. His agent’s text just says “Why????” and her assistant has followed up with a longer and more formally-worded message.

You groan. This is tricky territory: as his manager, it’s at least partly your responsibility to keep him from going on TV with a freaking hickey on his neck. And as his partner, it’s certainly up to you to not bite him.

You set your phone down, deciding to give everyone a few minutes to calm down before you answer. What can you even say? You honestly have no memory of leaving the bruise on his neck, but you imagine (blushing a little) that it must have happened the previous night, or you would’ve noticed sooner. If you’d just woken up when he was leaving this morning, maybe you would have seen it, would have warned him…?

Your phone is still buzzing and you glance down at it, hoping—inexplicably—that it’s him, though you can see clearly that he’s still live on air. It’s his publicist again.

“Check twitter,” she says. Oh no.

With a mixture of dread and an almost masochistic fascination, you open the twitter app. You’re already following his hashtag, of course, and—oh no—you see his name again and again on your feed.

You scan the top tweets, your heart thudding hollowly in your chest. The tone is generally amused—“Zen on tv with giant hickey lolololol”—but still, you’re horrified. He’s trending.

Begrudgingly, you start to answer the texts from his team. No, you didn’t notice it; yes, you would have told him if you had; no, you haven’t heard from him yet—he’s literally still on live TV.

You try to focus on the interview. He’s talking about his new movie now, gesturing with those long, beautiful hands. If you squint, you can’t really see the mark on his neck, and you wonder if it’s really that noticeable. Based on your twitter feed: yes.

He’s standing now, shaking the host’s hand again, and the studio audience is clapping, and oh, you’re so relieved it’s over. You twist the blanket nervously between your fingers as the screen goes to a commercial. You mute it, let your eyes drift shut. Maybe this was all a dream.

Your phone buzzing again startles you—not a dream. It’s him, calling you mere seconds after stepping off camera, and you answer right away, nervous fingers slipping over your phone screen.

“Hi, babe!” he chirps, full of energy. It’s his just-got-off-stage voice.

You hate to burst his bubble, but: “Did you, by any chance, look at your texts, hun?” you ask him.

“Nope! I wanted to call you right away! How was it? How was I?”

“Zen…” It’s not like him to be so oblivious; is it possible that, nervous as he was this morning, he really just didn’t notice? “Um, you didn’t happen to…that is, the makeup artist didn’t say anything to you, did they?”

“Makeup artist?” He hums in confusion. He’s going to make you say it.

“There’s a huge hickey on your neck and everyone is talking about it,” you blurt out in one breath. He pauses and you think he’s going to react with surprise, shock, concern.

Instead, he laughs. Laughs.

“You saw it, huh?” He’s talking quietly, probably now in the dressing room, but there’s no anxiety in his voice. He sounds almost…pleased.

“Yes, baby. Everyone saw it.”

He’s still laughing, a kind of satisfied chuckle.. “Good,” he says.

You don’t know what to do with him. You feel your phone continuing to buzz even as you’re talking to him—it’s got to be the publicist, the agent, all the assistants.

“So just so we’re clear,” you say slowly. “You knew it was there and you intentionally didn’t try to cover it.”

“Yep!” You hear people chattering behind him; you can picture him smiling to himself as he strolls through the dressing room, packed with people, colorful and chaotic. Inexplicably, in the midst of all this, he sounds so very calm.

“Babe, everyone on the internet is panicking. Your publicist is panicking. You know she wants you to be more private, wants you to stop, like…throwing my name around in interviews.”

“I never said your name,” he says proudly.

“Zen…”

“Listen,” he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone. He’s practically whispering now; you suppose he’s hidden himself away in a back corner of the dressing room to talk to you. “I know how my publicist feels, and I don’t want to upset her or anything. But I can’t stand it anymore.”

That’s a private voice, a “just us” voice—one you’re used to hearing murmured into your shoulder as he lays in bed beside you at night.

“Can’t stand what?” You don’t know why, but now you’re whispering, too.

“All this secrecy,” he says. “Babe, I want to…I want to run through the streets shouting about you. I want to tell everyone in the world how desperately I adore you.”

You can’t help it: you smile.

“You just want to break the rules,” you tease, and he laughs again, more quietly.

“No,” he says. “I just want to make sure everyone knows who I belong to.”

“Babe…” You know you should argue; you’re his manager, for god’s sake. You should scold him, apologize for leaving the mark in the first place, make him promise not to pull something like this again. But you don’t have it in you.

“I’ll take the blame,” he says. “I’ll tell my publicist and my agent and anyone else who asks that it was just a silly mistake, that I didn’t even notice it. I’ll tell them whatever I have to, and it’ll blow over. But I just…I needed to do this. Do you understand?”

And you do. How could you not?

Much as you’d like to, you can’t deny the twinge you feel in your gut when interviewers ask him about his on-screen chemistry with some glamorous co-star or other and he has to laugh and smile politely and give them a vague response; you can’t deny, either, the sinking feeling you get when you read speculations online about whether he looked at so-and-so for a moment too long in whatever behind-the-scenes footage. It makes you want to scream.

But this…

Today, a huge percentage of the country saw him live with the imprint of your teeth on his skin. And they can wonder and deliberate about who gave him that mark all they want; it doesn’t matter, because you know. You were the one who grazed his sensitive skin with your teeth, making him squirm, moaning your name.

“I do,” you tell him. “And you did look very cute.

“Just cute?” he whines.

“Beautiful, and charming, and clever, and captivating. As always.”

“If you say so.” You can hear the kind of face he’s making—soft smile, eyes sparkling. “And don’t worry about twitter or whatever, darling. What’s that saying? Any press is good press.”

He’s not wrong, you think—trending on twitter can only help him, in the long run; his publicist will come around sometime tomorrow when she sees the inevitable bump in ad revenue. It’s not like he’s caused any harm.

Suddenly, you want to see him. You want to throw yourself against his chest and feel those long fingers on the exposed skin at the back of your neck.

“When will you be home?” you ask him.

“Maybe an hour. You need something, babe?”

You clutch your phone with buzzing fingers, anticipation pooling in the pit of your stomach. “Yes,” you say. “You.”

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Tagged by the lovely @goatsandgangsters! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to respond to this.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Two. I am a fraud.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

Okay, so I’m actually really embarrassed by my word count. A measly 3319. I like to think it’s because I’m just a succinct writer, which is both a blessing (academically) and a curse (creatively).

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

God, over the decades it’s been many, (most of which never saw the light of day) but some are probably still floating around various Ye Olde Internet Platforms. I think the first fandom I ever wrote anything for was either LOTR or Pirates of the Caribbean, I can’t remember which. I’ve also written for Star Trek, Stranger Things, Stephen King’s It, Generation Kill, and Big Love (all admittedly short lived hyperfixations). Boardwalk Empire is the only fandom I’ve written fic for in recent years that I haven’t deleted later. It’s only taken me 15+ years to write anything I’ve deemed good enough to put out into the world, but here we are.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Both are actually pretty evenly matched.

glass houses wins out by only one kudos at 33, which I’m pretty pleased with considering the fandom is small and fairly dead.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I would say I do like, 99% of the time. If anyone takes the time to read let alone leave a comment on my fic, I will turn myself inside out to let them know just how appreciative I am.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Because I have so many WIPS (specifically like, THIRTEEN FUCKING WIPS) I...don’t even know if I can narrow that down. Only because I think the overall tragedy of Charlie and Meyer’s relationship is inescapable. Sad Old Men™️ (formally titled the sky in a room) makes a lot of references to some truly tragic moments (Meyer’s wedding to Anna, The Ride, etc.) and takes place months before Charlie’s death. It’s the last time Meyer ever sees him alive, but I would say the ending is more bitter-sweet with a ton of angst thrown in.

That said, I think the fic that’s just out-and-out angst might be father and son, which deals with the dissolution of Meyer’s relationship with his middle-child, Paul. Historically speaking, because we know what the fight was about, in combination with my own headcanons, there’s no surprise that there is no reconciliation.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most definitely Afterlife AU (for i was born to glory in your kiss) or Charlie and Meyer Make a Porno, because the only way these two are getting their happily-ever-after is through divine intervention or within a modern setting.

But if we’re talking about a literal happy ending, then it’s fuck all that cute shit, i like it when it’s messy. Because, you know. 😏

Do you write crossovers? If yes, what’s the craziest thing you’ve written?

Nah, not my bag.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, but I did make it onto a Bad Fic blog on Livejournal in 2003. So that definitely dissuaded me from posting anything for at least like, another seven years.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do, but I suffer greatly from smut imposter syndrome. The Boardwalk fandom has so many immensely talented people writing smut. I get to the act and immediately choke because I’m so afraid that what I bring to the table won’t measure up to what’s already out there.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

LOLOLOLOL that’s cute.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

See above.

Have you ever co-written a fic?

I will in no way take credit as co-author, but I will say that I collaborate with @portiaadams a lot on her brilliant saga Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow (mostly on the Charlie and Meyer bits in the sequel Hand in Hand to Hell).

What’s your all time favourite ship?

It’s them. Full stop.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

When it comes to my Boardwalk fic, I have very real plans to finish all of them! Every. Single. One. The one that will absolutely never get finished/published? Secrets of a Gay Marine Porn Star, my one fleshed out BradRay fic. Sorry GenKill mutuals!

What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue has always been my strong suit, but this is especially true for writing Charlie and Meyer. I grew up with a lot of men with Charlie’s cadence and sensibilities. In a lot of ways, Charlie is very comforting and familiar.

I also have the advantage of having been raised in both cultures. My mother’s family only immigrated to New York from Italy in the late 50’s. My great grandparents escaped the pogroms in Russia. I understand both their motivations to assimilate while still being inextricably linked to their respective home lands through unimaginable pain. That may sound like a loaded statement, but I feel very connected to both their histories.

What’s your writing weaknesses?

Fucking descriptives, oh my god it’s always just like pulling teeth, I really really have to work at it. I’m much better at conveying a lot of emotion through reading between the lines.

I’m also going to second that I am slow as shit and struggle a lot with follow through because I can’t get out of my own head a majority of the time.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I mean, it’s a necessity given the fandom and specifically the ship that I write for. That being said, I am by no means fluent in either, even though I came in already being able to speak a phrase or two in both Italian and Yiddish. I try not to be heavy handed with it because most translation sites are unreliable and the idea of asking my family for help is mortifying.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings. I can’t think about the fact that the movies came out two fucking decades ago or I go into a total crisis.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Sad Old Men™️ will be my tour de force. It is far and away the best thing I have ever written and I cannot wait to share it with you guys!

Tagging: @portiaadams @fancykraken @gaytaiga @ooihcnoiwlerh @nothingbutchaff and whoever else wants to do the thing.

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