#it’s not even a wild haircut like i gave it to myself

[saintharrowhark]

Y’ALL IT’S THE HAIRCUT. FIND YOUR HAIRCUT BECAUSE I’M UNNATURALLY CONFIDENT LATELY BECAUSE OF MY HAIR.

#like i love myself So Much???? #unparalleled #find the haircut that makes you feel like this because i’m so happy with myself and my body lately #my face #it’s not even a wild haircut like i gave it to myself #it’s not even good??? technically #bc again #i love it

[moshpitpuppyx]

i keep forgetting i cut my hair last night and catching my reflection and being like oh……. Who is that ………,

#it’s not even a drastic haircut it’s just like clearly different than the way i’ve been cutting it for like #the last 6 years #and i actually gave myself layers #it’s wild

[queerpossumtrenchcoat]

Let's talk gender expression, awful haircuts and realisation of who I am! I came out as gender fluid approximately around the age of the third picture above- and I got an awful haircut to match it, but at the time I felt like THE gender vibe; I was 13, or so, and didn't realise I looked like I'd had a fistfight with a weed whacker. It was a stepping stone however, for me to discover who I was; after this time I started to experiment with my look, name and pronouns, leaning more towards he/they and slowly changing my name from Jaimee to Jai and or James- small steps, I know, but crucial ones in me realising my dead name no longer really fit me as a person. James was a family name after all. Finding myself wasn't always glamorous, the look wasn't always particularly handsome or pretty, it was colour the tips of my hair with sharpie markers and conditioner until my hair had a distinctly petrol-and-macadamia type stench or cutting it with a cheap, disposable razor which ended up giving me hair reminiscent of the early 2000s emo scene (which I totally was, even if I only saw 6 years of the 'early 2000s!'). I would hack off chunks, flatten my chest with cheap Duct Tape and wear boxers I stole from my dad in order to feel some semblance of who I was, using makeup to poorly build cheek bones and eyebrows so I could look like my hero at the time, Brendon Urie (God, that aged poorly..) In time I got creative, I learned that my parents wouldn't let me get a 'real boy's haircut' so I'd have to improvise; here came the next 6 months of beanie hats and ponytails pulled over to create a 'boy fringe' which, in retrospect, was giving more Justin Beiber than Emo Quartet, but that all chained when I turned 16 and... Got to dye my hair for the first time!! It was the greatest experience for my gender to date!! My mother bought me midnight blue hairdye for my 16th birthday and helped me dye it; I looked in the mirror at my fairly short ish, dark blue hair and I saw it. I saw him, stood staring back at me with tears in his eyes. I saw ME. I told my girlfriend, at the time anyway, straight away and she accepted me with open arms- I think she was expecting the genderfluid-to-trans masc timeline, which funnily enough he followed in 2022 during lockdown. Lockdown dug its claws into my gender and expression quite deeply; while at home with my mother, father and two very young siblings I came to experiment with my gender a lot more, dressing in more masculine clothes and cutting my hair off for 'sake of ease', or that's what I told my parents anyway- they believed it too, surprisingly. I went through college having to somewhat pretend I was just a feminine man, I was exhausted and on the brink of suicide, as most people my age at the time were, and went by Eden because it seemed more palatable to the others around me- didnt stop me being picked on, but it wasn't by students... It was my own teacher! Shout out to Miss Dunsby! Then I dropped out of college. I picked up a shitty little cafe job as a barista and linecook, cooking meals, making coffees, pretending I gave half a shit about a joke I'd heard over and over again; I dyed my hair neon green and used my pay checks to get it cut SHORT short for the first time- I looked hella fine, in my opinion, but I was also starting to realise something.. Maybe I had been right the first time, because I didn't feel like a man all the time. Back to the drawing board... One shaved head and a job at a gay bar later, I started using the art of drag, performing as a female persona, to realise that I was Masc-Agender, like a boyish presenting genderless person. Easy enough, I suppose. I started wearing makeup, being myself and wearing whatever I damn pleased, uncaring of social cues and rules, I was me. I was happy. I AM happy. If there is anything you can take away from this, once you find the part of yourself you can express your feelings, thoughts and emotions with, go wild!! I did and it made realising my truth so much easier!

#trangender #trans #trans joy #trans pride #transblr #trans man #trans masc #trans male #agender #genderqueer #genderfluid #non binary #enby #he him #they them #it its #queer #queer artist #queer community #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #nonbinary #lgbt pride #queer joy #queer positivity #lgbt

[frostbite-yinny]

YINNY RATES MAN EPISODE TWO: @professor-amaryllis

WELL WELL WELL. First of all, I would like to start this episode by saying that I catered for his and Dave's wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony. They are such a nice person. Also, I would like to say they use they/he pronouns but I'll be mostly using 'he' pronouns because my keyboard is fucking crazy and freaks out <3

Welcome everyone to; Yinny Rates man~ episode 2

Amy Amaryllis; The wild guy turned Pokemon proffesor aged like fine wine

Yes, this 'Daddy issues good ending' male lead. Look at that ekans shirt. Look at his dress shirt and assassin haircut. Sadly, the 1 point he got by being exactly 10 years older than me is imminently crossed off by the fact he is 5'5. I like my man with issues, and what better way to build character than getting bullied in middle school by getting called a girafarig.

For one too many times, I got drunk with handstand shots at a frat boy's party and watched this guy's show piled on a couch smoking things I would rather not say in public. High girls LOVE their funky clothes and watching him wrestle with Krookodile's. If that's real. Might be a fever dream I dunno the only thing I know is I watched the whole show and it was fucking amazing. 10/10 would do it again with no hesitation. I would try to do it sober this time.

Now back to the daddy issues good ending part. I would like you to observe the kind and heartfelt way he is looking at those babies. Look at the compassion in them. I would like you to take a second to drink it in. This man would give you the male validation your father never did without it being weird. I would like to simp harder but this pure-hearted golden man doesn't deserve any type of filth coming anywhere near him.

Get yourself a man who is as stylish as him. Beautiful pink skirt, matching scarf with a yellow blouse, AND an Ekans walking stick????? Well, Dave hit the jackpot. ALSO when I got drunk and asked him about the shit in meowstick ears they just said I must be having a good time and calmly explained it to me with a warning not to touch their ears.

I would let this short beefcake ruin my life only if they let me pet Beans the internet celebrity Zorua.

Okey my mom went to the other room let me real quick: He looks like the main character of a 'One had a flower shop and one had a tattoo shop romance' and you will never know which one he is running. He is the mom friend of the group everyone secretly has a little crush on. The hair is ON POINT and combined with those clothes?????? a solid 10 pls give me fashion advice. They have done nothing wrong in their lives. If I saw them slaughter a man with their bare hands I would lock myself in an asylum because this man had never been wrong not even once in his life and I must have gone crazy.

I like pathetic man. This guy is a ray of sunshine in a pathetic world.

Yes, please continue restoring out faith in humanity, king. We need it.

Final verdict: 8/10 he is a spectacular person that does NOT deserve to be in this show. I know when someone is above this shit. 2 points off because he is not evil or ridiculously old or has issues.

(BTW ALL PICS ARE CREDITED TO @professor-amaryllis THEY MADE THEM AND GAVE ME PERMISSION TO USE THEM)

#You are too good for hardcore simping #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #irl pkmn #pokemon #pokémon irl #real pokemon #pokemon in real life #Yinny rates man

[ghostwoodcountryclub]

Morrison Lives

Once upon a time when I lived in LA I went up to Malibu to meet a model friend for dinner. Her photoshoot was running late so I happened upon a bar a few blocks away from the restaurant to hang & wait for her. The place was dark & empty with a western saloon ambiance that didn’t match the Malibu beach town vibe but suited me fine.

Inside there was only a couple by the windows up front, the bartender & myself & someone tucked into a booth way in back. There was a jukebox full of Classic Rock & I had plenty of dollars in my pocket so I couldn’t resist cranking up some tunes. The haunted majesty of “When The Musics Over” by The Doors came on & I nearly dropped my beer when a wretched guttural howl erupted from the back booth!

I was even more surprised that the barman & the couple in front didn’t turn to look or register any sign that they had heard the same sudden sound. How could it be that I was the only one who heard this primal scream? I looked at the howler, who was surrounded by empty glasses in his isolated corner & became slightly unsettled to find him staring back at me. Time slowed to a standstill as he emerged from the shadows & sauntered over to me. He appeared disheveled but in an elegant way. As I got a closer look I saw that his clothes weren’t the tattered rags of a street sleeper but rather expensive tailored fabrics with intricate embroidery & leathers that looked like they hadn’t been properly ironed or cleaned in years. He had a long shaggy unkempt beard & wild long hair streaked with silver, like a wise elder lion who had forsaken regular haircuts decades ago.

The intensity of his eyes was striking. He walked right up to my place at the bar, leaned against it, fixed me with a soul-searching stare & calmly asked -

“Hey man… did you put this music on?”

He grinned when I said I did, the grey waves of his beard rising & falling as he smiled. He turned toward the barman & requested “Two Bushmills on the rocks for my new friend & I, on my tab please.” The bartender replied “Of course James.”

Despite my initial intimidation at his eccentric appearance, his demeanor put me at ease & we fell into a deep conversation about music, history, poetry, California & American culture. A few cold beers later I realized I’d soon miss my dinner plans if I didn’t excuse myself from the fascinating dialogue I was engaged in with this odd stranger named James. I explained that I had to meet a friend nearby very soon & was reluctant to end our engaging debate. He understood & thanked me for my company, then insisted all my bar tab be added to his. He asked if I wouldn’t mind if he joined me for a smoke outside as I made my way on. I had a few minutes to spare before my rescheduled reservation. Outside the quiet street was deserted, yet James looked left & right & back at the bar to see if anyone else was walking out before he took a step closer to me, lowered his baritone voice & gave me this confession:

“Listen man, I haven’t hung with anyone with the same appreciation & understanding of poetry in music as you for a long time, so before you go I want to tell you my secret. You can believe it or not, & I don’t care if you tell anyone else someday because they won’t believe you. But just promise me you won’t tell anyone the name of this bar cuz I dig it here & I don’t want anyone to come looking for me.”

I promised the same & he continued.

“The truth is I was once a very famous singer in a very famous band. We had a great run & made amazing wonderful music but I got in all kinds of trouble & got backed into a corner I didn’t know how to escape. I mean real serious hassles - issues with cops & the court system & the media & my friends & lovers… & ugly drugs were killing my friends every other day it seemed…”

He trailed off, staring at the ground, then a moment later looked me in the eyes again.

“I knew deep down if I didn’t make a drastic change soon I would be the next tragedy in an early grave. So I flirted with Death & decided to write my own ending. I went to Paris to vanish from the American media, then with the help of my most trusted friends I faked my own death.

I didn’t know if it would work but it did & I’ve lived a secret life of anonymous freedom ever since. I get secret payments from my sister through royalties from my own estate & I still write poetry & put it out under different names. It’s great cuz no one cares or knows me or makes the connections to my old work, even though I leave clues along Moonlight Drive all the time.

This might all sound crazy to you & you’d be right. It is crazy. But remember, The Truth is only what you really believe…”

I was pretty much speechless having heard all this, so we parted warmly & I rushed off to the restaurant. I often think of this strange encounter, questioning if it was all a dream. Any time I’ve been in Malibu since I’ve tried to find that saloon again but for all my efforts I never have. No online or local info can help me so I’ve concluded it was a singular vision that only existed in that moment, easily recalled but forever out of reach to fully grasp again…

So did I meet the real JIM MORRISON some 30-odd years after he successfully faked his own death & enjoy arguing about various bands over Irish whiskey with him in a mysterious dark bar that vanished as quickly as I found it?

Remember, The TRUTH is only what you believe it is…

#jimmorrison #the doors

[alien-institute]

days14/15

yesterday —

slow morning, shed some tears when i started riding. preparing for another reality shift as i near berlin and then back to california. i don’t want to get ahead of myself or lose presence in right now, and i’m thinking about the constant change i’ve been experiencing in the past month, each day is so different yet holds pieces of continuity, mainly i’ve just been with myself along it all and i feel comfort in myself that... i’ve never felt before. maybe glimpsed... i hope to return home grounded in this feeling. it’s not a feeling of comfort constantly, but some of the comfort with discomfort that i’ve been circling around for some while

realized i’d been treating the last couple of days as “getting there.” i was longing for something extreme, so pushed myself a bit more physically & detoured adding miles & scenery, making this my second longest day. i headed to what remained of the coast route, the sheep pastures, and crossed into germany.

as i was heading into leer, two other queers on loaded up bikes passed in the other direction. we did major double takes and mutually laughed about it. i really wished i had stopped to talk, but we all kept on our ways.

made it to nicole’s garden where i was camping for the night (found her through a website in germany called 1nite1tent, created to circumvent the lack of wild camping possibilities in germany). how to describe her.... well very german. kind of butch though i don’t think she’d self-identify that way at all... she loves her garden and the nature around her, the birds who she feeds, all of her cats (she described having 7 at one point, the neighborhood ones just flock to her), and dislikes most humans although she was very friendly. invited me in for dinner and her monday night ritual of watching gray’s anatomy. i joined for the german television, tea and cookies. left when the show switched to seattle firefighters, a somehow spinoff/sequel to grays anatomy?? also i showered in her garden. she had a good setup that was just a hose attached to a sprinkler.

this morning we talked over coffee, she loves where she’s from (cologne) and told me about their annual festival which happens on the 11th day of the 11th month at 11:11..... :ooo and also she told me about crows that eat the eyes of lambs?? and described how if she has the proper haircut (she has a short cut) , people will get out of her way. she prefers that. when i left she gave me plums from her tree. i had already enjoyed lots of blackberries and raspberries from her garden. delicious

back on my bike for a longer day. i needed to get close to bremen where i booked a train ticket to berlin on wednesday

really pondering what is important to me in life... and the power of knowing and creating what i want to happen. i feel like i’ve been doing that in the past bunch of weeks and it is powerful stuff. and truthfully i’ve been dragging my feet around the idea of going back home. even though there’s the people me back home who i love and want to see. i just want to keep feeling alive and full and engaged.

each moment of transition is really challenging but i’m really looking forward to time in berlin with cami, more newness

tonight i’m camping in anja’s garden. she is really sweet. i keep expecting to keep to myself and just set up my tent quietly in these people’s yards. but they are so gracious and offer me so much more. it was sweet talking with anja, and her friend (i forget his name) came a bit later, he has done some bike trips and is into it so we also had a lot to talk about.

idk i guess my ideas of community and connection continue to shift and grow

everyone is so themselves

i wonder what i have to offer back

what i want to give

this year i have felt so drained, so closed off and that i have nothing to give

but i want to

[mejomonster]

cut my hair like debbie harry’s i am finally satisfied

#rant #my haircut woes #haircut #ok so upside is i Always like short bobs so its not like im sad i lost 2 inches lol #i just shoulda known when i accidentally gave myself a mullet last week #that no way i wasnt gonna end up here #also Future ME: do NOT do layers unless they're very close to the bottom!!! you always regret them #likewise ONLY to a few faceframing pieces THINLY. never do a huge chunk. thats how u got urself into this mess #also future me! NO BANGS i know u think they'll be cool but they never areeeee #yes u can do some face framing thin pieces long as nose and lips and chin #but not shorter or u will just get annoyed i promise #also to future me: to cut the back straight put it in a low ponytail in back and then cut straight across #then just take it out and even any weird pieces #and razor the bottom edges to make it less blunt/add very long layers if desired #you can also pull hair to one side or other to line it up and even out any long pieces #but yeah thats where i made the mistake the other day - i pulled hair to side and cut straight #but that creates a U shape in the back of the hair. #because the back hair actually needs to be a lil shorter if i want it all straight line in the back #so i needed to do the back ponytail thing first #also again. future me. do not go wild on shortening hair around face. i did like 2 inches on each side width of 'side pieces' and its #so noticably shorter i should have stuck with thin face framing pieces i knew bettteerrrrrr and stillll i did itttttt

[literaphobe]

I really appreciate the idea of George a college student slowly realizing that his very best friend lives a whole ocean away and is also some kid he met on a minecraft sever. Plus added bonus of George meeting Sapnap and deciding he's gonna have beef with a high schooler before realizing that shit these high schoolers are my friends now. And then slowly but surely his sleep schedule is getting fucked up, his career path has altered greatly, he's a millionaire, he wants to move to America.... and he's never seen his best friends face.

It's just wild to me and honestly I can see how friends could get it easily confused for dating. I love my best friends dearly and maybe if I'd never met them in person + our careers were entangled I'd spend all day on phone calls with them but idk I can't see myself in that situation lol.

george be like. i’m a compsci major. i’m a gamer with a foul mouth. i’m asking a teen to pay me to code for him. i’m working on the same server with the teen who asked me to code for him. i’m friends with the teen who asked me to code for him. i’m laughing at his pyramid code. i’m best friends with him. he’s a high schooler. i’m friends with a high schooler. i’m best friends with a high schooler. holy shit i’m friends with another high schooler. i’m obsessed with nutella. why does my best friend keep telling me i look like shawn mendes. why is my other best friend annoying and argues with me. i am a uni graduate. my best friend is a youtuber. my best friend wants me to be a youtuber. i am now a youtuber. my best friend just gave me $5000 for being a youtuber. i am going to learn helplessness. i refuse to tell my best friend i love him on screen. he desperately snitches whenever i tell him off screen. no one believes him. he gives me more money. he saves me in minecraft. i learn even more helplessness. i am ruining my sleep schedule to hang out with my best friends. i have never met my best friends. everyone thinks i am in love with my best friend. i’m a millionaire. my sleep schedule is even worse now. i have so much pretty privilege. i am going to abuse my pretty privilege. i am a brat. i am a menace. my best friend gives me anything i want. i am going to brag about this and use it to my heart’s content. i am going to make everyone that i interact with give me things for free. i am even more of a millionaire now. i am a millionaire whose job is filming and editing videos. i refuse to edit my videos. my best friend who is richer and busier than me is editing my video for me. i am going to let this go to my head. i am making him edit my next video. he won’t edit my next video. i don’t need him. i have always been independent. the axolotl wasn’t green? i need a haircut. my best friend needs to tell me how to cut my hair or i won’t get a haircut. every time i run into the tiniest inconvenience i will whine to my best friend to help me. he lives five thousand miles away. that is irrelevant. he should be finding some way to help me regardless. i have allegedly never seen his face. i am moving to america. i am filming vlogs with tommy before i move to america. wilbur soot thinks i am dating my best friend. this is entirely his fault for not knowing the memes. several of our friends have no idea what is going on between me and my best friend. i do nothing about these rumors. i make them worse

#ask #WHYS THIS SO LONG MICHELLE STFU #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #sapnap #mcyt #dnf #i guess? #askplus #onekplus

[doubledgesword-2]

Can I get Vil Schoenheit x Rival Celebrity? They shoot insults at each other but end up flirting? Take it as far as you want! Any gender reader is fine lol

Oh, ma Gooosh!! This is the first Matcha Tea I've gotten, and I'm all for this. I had so much fun with this one, and I want to show you lil' sugar cubes the difference between characters I know and the ones that I don't. I do my research before writing a character that I'm unfamiliar with, but I will be sincere: I butchered the last request (Shalnark's). I will try to rewrite it, but other characters apart from the stated ones are a bit hard for me ( ˘︹˘ ).

I will always try my best for ya'll! Enjoy this steaming Matcha (❛‿❛✿)

“What a shameless potato,” nimble fingers scrolled down on their phone, looking at the menagerie of pictures from one single account: yours.

You and Vil were from the same industry, just not the same department per se. While he was a model and actor, you were a j pop star and actress. Your popularity and his were on the same level, but he was slightly higher if you asked him or his fans. Ever since the two of you met on set for a fantasy-like movie, you repelled each other’s presence like oil and water.

Amethyst eyes glared at your smiling picture, and a thousand critiques passed through his mind. Your make-up did not complement your features; what was your make-up artist thinking? That nail polish didn’t match with your skin, and your haircut didn’t go with your face and countless other thoughts. But that wasn’t his place to tell, and besides, you living in his head rent-free wasn’t good for his skin. Stress kills, and thinking about you was very stressful.

The subway doors opened, and Vil gripped his side bag, adjusting his beret and sunglasses and walking out with the amount of confidence and power it took to walk down the runway. The sea of people diligently coming and going parted for him without a cue. They just did like mindless fish around a predator. It was in their nature to give in, in the presence of something so regal.

Vil had a photoshoot to go, and he couldn’t miss a beat. His agenda was full and complicated; anyone who tried to follow it would surely lose their minds after the first three days of the same arduous pace. But he could handle it with the grace of a swan. He was the great Vil Shoenheit. He wondered if you could handle a week in his shoes. You probably would drop exhausted and disheveled, complaining about the hard work. The thought made him smirk smugly, and passerby fans who recognized him couldn’t even keep up to ask for an autograph.

He just couldn’t fathom how you had such a fan base with your attitude and manners. Sure, in front of the cameras, you were a sweetheart, stealing everyone’s hearts, singing like an empowered angel, and making them think you were as far from the villain he knew you truly were. Vil knew your kind and recognized it the moment he met you on set. Heck, you couldn’t even contain your disdain in interviews when the two of you had to sit side by side. It was uncomfortable, to say the least; the poor reporter was so painfully awkward trying to alleviate the tenseness in the room.

“So (Y/N), how do you feel being an actress in a big-budget movie while also singing and performing the next week? Is it exhausting?”

You sided glared at Vil, and gave the reporter a smug grin. “Well, I think I can handle a little bit of work. It’s not in me to sit around and look pretty, you know. But then again, I guess that’s what some people are into, so we can’t judge them. They might not understand hard work.”

Vil smiled with closed eyes. You were such an amateur. If it weren’t for the fact that you were actively throwing shade on him and being so annoying at it, too, he might think you were cute.

Of course, Vil wouldn’t back down; that’s not what he was taught. The crown was his, and he would take it with hard work and determination. Which means potatoes like you don’t really matter in the long run of things.

“Vil-senpai, how do you manage your modeling gig and your acting? I mean, it must be hard to run from one event to the next since they’re so close behind each other?”

“Well, dear, we models are more than just a pretty face. We represent big companies and events that many couldn’t even fathom getting into. My schedule might be a bit tight, but I was born into this lifestyle, and I have learned many skills to help me move and work in these types of environments. I can say one thing for sure not a lot of people can handle my agenda, one day in my heels, and they might slip if you know what I mean, darling.”

You scoffed under your breath, and it made Vil’s smile grow wider.

“Ahh, Vil-senpai is a hard worker for sure. Perhaps one day I could do an interview that can provide insight to one day of your agenda.”

“Anytime you want, darling, it would be lovely,” he knew with every word that came out of his mouth; you simmered even more.

“Are there any hobbies or activities that can fit into your schedules?

Vil was about to open his mouth when you beat him to it.

“Well, I don’t think he’s allowed to have any, you know, with his busy schedule. But I do love partaking in (hobby). I think it is a nice way to unwind and take my mind off of everything. Since stress it’s not good for your vocals, you know. I try to keep myself in top shape for my lovely fans.”

Vil was raging. How dare you interrupt him when he was clearly about to talk. Didn’t your parent taught you any manners, or are you so much of a spoiled brat to care for?

“Ahh, interesting. Does Vil Sendai have any hobbies in particular?

“As a matter of fact, I do” you were looking at him with an expectant smirk. You were genuinely curious to hear what he had to say. “I like to make beauty and make-up tutorials that are beneficial for a lot of my fans. I like to show them how to use brushes correctly what and what not to do with concealer. Those are bonding moments for me and my fans. I think they are important.”

At the end of that interview, a single question brought the anger and tense meter to burst. Now the tensions and dislikes weren’t palpable. They were visible.

“Oh, I’ve had some partners, but I like to focus more on my work, unlike some other artists who like to jump around; my projects come first, and I don’t want to ruin my partner’s and I relationship by not spending enough time with them.”

“Wow, he really doesn’t like to have fun.”

“I do just not with the likes of you.”

“Come on, pretty boy, you couldn’t handle me even if you were begging pretty on your knees.”

“Dream on, potato, you might be prettier than most potatoes, but you’re still that a potato with some potential. I bet if push came to shove, you wouldn’t last seconds with me.

“I bet you wouldn’t make it into the second round without having to retouch your make-up with me. Besides, it’s not like you’ll last long enough to even sweat that much.”

“Well, that’s a relief to know I wouldn’t have to put much effort into pleasing someone like you.”

The reporter was utterly flushed, and that was cut from the interview recording. Good thing that it was, or people might’ve gotten the wrong impression. That you liked each other or something.

Or something.

After that interview, rumors spread like they always do, and fans started gossiping about the two of you secretly together but having to hate each other in public to save face since it’s a big rumor that singers and models don’t actually go well together in the industry.

Such wild imagination and machinations fans have. It brought out a small chuckle.

Vil passed through the automatic doors telling the receptionist his name and guiding him to the set. Once there, he settled his stuff over the make-up table and sat back to look once more through his phone.

“Have you seen this?” A text notification annoying appeared on the screen.

Vil tch and opened the message to reveal a very well photoshopped photo of him and you sitting and drinking at some café. You were smiling like he just told you you were beautiful, and it was a good look on you.

This was outrageous. Who would go to such lengths? Suddenly a bag dropped right on the table next to him. He looked up to meet your eyes as you took off your sunglasses, slowly realizing who was sitting beside you.

“Oh no,” you faintly muttered underneath your breath but not faintly enough that Vil couldn’t hear you.

He scoffed and went back to look at the stupid picture, texting his manager as mad as he was.

“Oh, you saw it too,” you commented, sitting down and looking at your own phone.

Vil didn’t answer. He really didn’t care about your opinion on this; his credibility was on the line. He was supposed to hate you, and that’s how things should go.

“Well, at least they got a good angle of my face, not to mention I’m actually smiling for once.”

“Actually, smil- what are you talking about potato? All you do is smile in all of your pictures. That’s why you have to hide your wrinkles with make-up,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Well, as presumptuous as that was, proud little peacock, I actually never smile genuinely for the cameras. My genuine smile is reserved for good moments. I guess not anymore.”

At that, Vil felt like the two of you clicked. He knew the feeling, the invasive nature of fame, and the lack of privacy was very real in the industry. It’s the first thing you have to get through. But listening to you say made him realize you’re just like him.

“Well, if you behave during the shoot, I might feel inclined to reward you for good behavior” he grinned at you.

“Mmm, you make it sound as if you don’t like the way I make you crumble in front of everyone. It’s like you’re denying yourself the pleasure, and here I thought you liked the masochism.”

“Hahahaha, I’ll step on you once we’re done here. Maybe that and a little bit of discipline will put you in your place. However, your lack of manners and running mouth might be a problem; perhaps all you need is a nice pacifier. I can help with that.”

You both were so close to each other muttering salacious threats that you didn’t realize how flustered everyone else was in the room.

It was going to be another one of those shoots.

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[official-weasley]

Dealing with Everything - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: grief with a wholesome ending 💙

Word count: 3,508

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

Nova

“Mum, I don't know how to thank you enough for staying with us this past month.” I placed two cups on the kitchen table and gestured for my mum to join me.

“No need to thank me. You both lost loved ones in the battle, you need time to process everything and recover.” Mum stood up, careful not to wake Aoede who was peacefully sleeping on the sofa.

“Mhm.” I hummed and sat down as my mum joined me.

“I know I ask you every day but how are you? And please try saying something else than you being fine. Aoede is sleeping so you have no excuse not to talk about your feelings.”

“Honestly, I don't know how to deal with it.” I felt tears gathering in my eyes. “I never thought I would have to attend a funeral of one of my closest friends while we're still in our twenties. And then seeing Charlie so down, not being his cheerful self, sleeping most of the time and eating a meal per day and even that has to be forced. And then there's her,” I nodded to where Aoede was sleeping, “it is so unfair to her for her parents being so absent. She deserves all the love and attention and I know she misses spending time with her dad and I...” I took a deep breath. “...I just force a smile and hug her as much as I can but it's not fair to her. I just...I can't help it, mum, I...”

“Shhh.” Mum pulled me in a hug as tears started running down my face. “It's okay, sweetheart. It's reasonable for you to feel this way and trust me, Aoede is too young to notice that you are hiding your emotions. I have been with you every day since you came back and you are doing great with her.”

“Really?” I sniffed.

“You will have enough time to love her as you think she deserves to be loved and I admire you for being so strong and laughing and having a good time with her.” Mum bestowed me with a small smile.

“She's the only thing that makes me smile every day.”

“Give it time, sweetheart. You will heal.” She brushed her fingers through my hair.

“I know. It's just...it's so hard. I can't even explain what happened to me when I saw Nymphadora like that and then all those thoughts about Teddy losing both his parents and thinking that the same thing could happen to Aoede, it completely destroyed me.” I buried my face in my hands.

“She was one of your best friends, Nova. It's only natural.” Mum tried calming me down.

“And the worst part is is that it wasn't as painful when dad died and I feel so guilty for that.”

I bit my tongue when I said that. I didn't mean to ever say it out loud, especially not in front of mum but it has been eating me alive.

“Nova, you were 14 when you lost your dad. We process death in a different way at that age and you said it yourself that now looking back you would react differently than you did and you didn't lose anyone else close to you until now and you're 25 years old now. You see things differently. You said you cried your eyes out and 5 minutes after that you went to find Harry to see how he was doing while you were falling apart yourself. When your dad died you didn't even know how you got to the Burrow that's how wrapped up in your grief you were.”

“I guess,” I shrugged my shoulders, “we were never close but I had this need to tell him that everything will be okay.”

“You have that after your dad.” Mum smiled at me. “He also put others first no matter how down he was.”

“Well, I have to be strong for my daughter and I have to be there for Charlie. Yes, losing Tonks has been hard and I know I won't be over it any time soon but Charlie lost a brother and I feel so helpless.” A new set of tears ran down my cheeks, me looking at the stairs that lead to the upper floor.

“I know how grateful you were when Charlie was by your side when your dad passed away, just remember what he did back then. You two are so similar and nobody knows him as you do. I am sure you will find a way to comfort him.”

“I will think of something,” I said absentmindedly.

“And while you do, I will be here for you both and help you around the house and with your beautiful baby girl.”

“Thank you, mum.” I sniffed and she pulled me into a tight hug.

“I told you to stop thanking me. Now that the war is over and I can retire, I can finally make up for all the lost time that I couldn't spend with you.” She smiled at me.

“Well, we love having you around and we have more than enough room so you are welcome to stay for as long as you want to.”

“Does Charlie still have nightmares?” Mum whispered after a minute.

“Yeah, he wakes up at least once per night. It's either Fred or Tonks.” I said, not even trying to hide the concern in my voice.

Ever since we came back Charlie has been having nightmares every night about his brother and our friend being killed or in a situation where he couldn't help them. Even if he denies it, I know he is trying to blame himself for what happened. Perhaps not so much for Tonks as for Fred, but the guilt is there.

“Can you watch over Aoede so I can go and check on Charlie? Perhaps I'll have more luck getting him downstairs for lunch for a change.” I said after a few minutes of us both sipping our tea in silence.

“Of course.”

“Char.” I gently knocked on the door of our bedroom.

“I'm awake.” I heard him say in a husky voice.

“Hi.” I smiled at him, happy to see him sit on the bed instead of lay in it. “What are you doing?”

“I am going through the family album.” He tapped on the bed for me to sit next to him.

I sat down and he turned the pages to get back at the beginning.

“Look, it's me and Bill when we were 3 and 5.” Charlie gave out a small chuckle.

“You two had the same haircut?” I giggled.

Arthur gave him the photo album when we moved to Romania and every time Charlie felt homesick we went through these pictures together. I have seen these photos so many times but I was so happy that Charlie was willing to speak and share it with me right now that I pretended I was seeing them for the first time.

“Hey, don't judge. We were adorable.” Charlie nudged me with his elbow.

“And here is us making cookies. And seeing Percy for the first time. And, oh, look! It's Freddie and Georgie's first birthday.” Charlie tilted his head, thinking I wouldn't be able to see that a tear marked his right cheek.

“It's okay to cry, Charlie,” I said in a whisper.

“I just can't stop, Nova. I am trying to get back on my feet. I want to get out of this room and go back to my everyday life. I want to play with our daughter and hear her giggle and I want to help you around the house. I am so useless and I just lay around all day feeling sorry for myself.” He closed the album and buried his head in my shoulder, sobbing.

“Hey, hey. First of all, you are not useless. I know you don't see it but I am not doing the best either. I don't know what I would do if my mum wouldn't be here to help us and you don't need to worry about the house. It can be a complete mess for all I care if it meant you would get better. Char, you lost a brother, how else are you supposed to feel?” I pressed him harder against my chest, neither of us wanting to let go.

“I just don't know what to do with all this pain. I have never had to deal with death before. How do you do it?” He loosened the grip around me just a little bit and looked up at me with his eyes red and puffy.

“Well, I have learned that talking about your feelings helps. It also feels good to cry and get a big, tight hug.” I pressed my forehead to his and smiled softly.

“It is also very nice when Aoede tells you one of her adventure stories. Honestly, I have no idea who she got such a vivid imagination from.” I smirked.

“Really?” Charlie chuckled. “I would take a wild guess that it's after us since we're both such daydreamers. But it's probably from her uncle Percy.”

“Yeah, probably.” We laughed together for the first time in a month.

“What time is it?” Charlie asked after us being embraced in silence for 15 minutes.

“It's going to be 2 I think,” I whispered.

“Oh, it's Aoede's nap time.”

“She'll wake up soon and I can bring her upstairs if you want.” I couldn't help but grin at him.

I was so proud of him for being so strong and coping with everything as he is. I was just happy that he was willing to talk about his feelings to me and telling me the truth about how he feels.

“No. I'll come downstairs.” He kissed me before getting up and walking to the closet.

“Do we have any plans for lunch yet?” He asked as he pulled a shirt over his head.

“No. I wanted to ask you if you were craving something just that I could make you eat anything.” I answered truthfully.

“I am sorry I have been so stubborn about it.” He bowed his head, sitting back next to me.

“Stop apologizing, Charles. All your behavior is completely normal for someone who is mourning.” I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Could you pull it up in a bun for me? I love when you do it.” He shook his head a bit, making his curly locks fly everywhere.

“It would be my pleasure.” I smiled and reached with my hand to the nightstand where he had a hair tie.

“So, why did you ask what we are having for lunch? What would you like?” I asked as I was trying to comb his hair with my fingers.

“Pancakes.” I felt his body vibrate in a giggle.

“Want to make them together?” I suggested with the biggest smile on my face.

Pancakes weren't only a tradition in our household on Sundays but they were our favorite comfort food too.

“You read my mind, love.” Charlie turned around and kissed me tenderly.

We both looked at the door when we heard Aoede giggle.

“Right on time.” Charlie clapped his hands together excited to spend some time with his daughter.

“I know you are happy to get out of bed and spend some time with us but just know that you don't have to force it if you feel it would do you better just being wrapped in a blanket and sleep all day. Know that we are not mad, we just want you to be okay.” I helped him get up and we started toward the door.

“I know. Thank you for giving me time and I don't know how I will feel tomorrow but right now I want to spend some time with my family.” He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back – I missed his smile so much.

He made us stop halfway downstairs.

“Also, I am thinking of going to see George tomorrow or maybe the day after that. We both lost a brother but he lost a twin and I haven't talked to him at all since...you know.”

“Okay, whatever you have to do.” I entwined our fingers and squeezed them together.

“Also, how are you dealing with everything? I am sorry for being such a lousy husband. I didn't ask you once since we came back.” Tears started gathering in his eyes again.

“I told you to stop apologizing and I am doing okay.” I shrugged and gestured for us to continue walking downstairs.

“Which is Nova language for I have to be strong for you and I don't care how I feel.” He raised his eyebrows at me, extending his arm to reach the wall so I couldn't walk past him.

“No, really, I am okay.”

“Stop lying to me, love. We promised to each other to always share our feelings no matter how bad they are, so stop pretending I don't know you better than that.

“I don't want to talk about it right now.” I blinked a few times, trying to hold in the tears, avoiding Charlie's gaze.

“It's a beautiful day outside. We can ask your mum if she would be willing to go for a walk with Aoede and we can have a proper cuddle session on the sofa and talk it out?” Charlie suggested.

“I think that's a brilliant idea.”

We both turned our heads to my mum who was smiling at us at the bottom of the stairs.

“Mum, Charlie suggested we make pancakes for lunch. Is that okay with you?” I brushed the tear that ran down my cheek and started walking downstairs again.

“Pancakes?!” I heard Aoede jump off the sofa and her little feet running toward us.

“What do you say, Pumpkin? Want to help daddy make pancakes?” Charlie's face lit up when he saw her and picked her up at once, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Yes, please!” Aoede started clapping excitedly and pointed to the kitchen.

I sat down at the kitchen table along with my mum and watched them make a mess out of the place while making pancakes. One egg smashed on the floor and the flour was everywhere but nobody cared because of how much fun those two were having. Aoede was giggling so much that she hardly had the time to breathe and I heard Charlie genuinely laugh for the first time in a month.

After we were all too full to walk as Charlie and Aoede made way too much pancake dough, we all settled down on the sofa where Aoede fell asleep in Charlie's lap within minutes.

When she woke up my mum took her for a walk as we asked her to and as Charlie promised me, we stayed on the sofa, cuddled, and cried our eyes out while talking about how we feel and miss the people we lost.

I felt so much better talking to him and finding out how he is. I was so afraid for him just being in our bedroom all the time but I was patient and I hoped he would get better with time and as he said, we don't know how we will feel tomorrow, but today was a very good day for both of us.

Charlie

I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door of George's apartment. I didn't know what I was going to say to him. I was more mentally preparing myself to see in what state he is.

I have been a mess for the past month and even though Fred was my brother I didn't see him as often as George did and I definitely wasn't as close to him as he was. Those two were inseparable since they were born.

I felt the need as an older brother to see how he was doing and see if I could help him in any regard.

I wrote to Bill this morning, inviting him and Fleur to visit us in Romania and I wrote to my mum that she could expect us next week. I wasn't all there yet – not even close, but I was good enough to see my family and be a proper husband to Nova and a father to Aoede.

“Charlie, what are you doing here?” George's eyes widened when he opened the door.

“I came to visit you if that's okay.” I smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck.

“Of course it is!” He pulled me in a hug so tight that it took my breath away but I didn't care that I couldn't breathe – it warmed my heart that he was so happy to see me. “Come in, come in!”

“Want some tea or something sweet?” He asked the second he closed the door behind us.

“Tea is fine, thank you.”

“Are you visiting mum and dad or Bill?” He gestured for me to sit down.

“I am only here to see you,” I answered honestly.

“Oh.” He let the word escape his mouth.

“I, uh, I haven't been doing well so I wanted to see how you are doing.” I took the cookie he offered me without asking why he has a full basket of them.

“I'm doing as good as someone can when they lose a brother.” He forced a smile. “Have been baking a lot, thus the cookies. Tell me what you think of them.”

“They are actually really good,” I said with my mouth full, “I had no idea you could bake.”

“Yeah, they are? Neither did I to be honest.” He sat down next to me, waiting for the water to boil.

“Are you alone all the time?” I couldn't hide the concern in my voice.

“Have been at the Burrow for a week but honestly being around mum is kind of depressing. I mean I understand, we are all a bit messed up but it's just not the environment I need right now. Bill visits me a lot and so does Ron. Ginny stayed with me for a week a few days ago and Angelina comes to hang out here and there.”

“How are the others? We are going to visit mum and dad soon but I have completely isolated myself.” I shook my head, I wasn't proud of it.

“I think we are all about the same.” George shrugged his shoulders and I saw that he wasn't keen on talking about our family.

“Should I even ask how you are?” I whispered.

“I miss him so much, Charlie. I feel like a part of me is gone. All our hard work, everything we did together, it's just memories now. I know it's going to be better with time but it's just so hard to think that this feeling inside my chest – the emptiness of him no longer being with us – will ever go away, you know. I never had to deal with something like this, especially not...” He stopped talking when his voice broke and stood up to finish making the tea.

“Me neither but I have some experience when Nova's dad passed away. You know how hard it was for her and if I have learned anything from her is that being patient with yourself, giving yourself time, and talking about it when you feel like it, is what makes it better. I wish there was a spell to make the feelings you have go away but despite being wizards, we are still only human and we have to deal with it the natural way.”

“I know. I just wish I could've been there with him, protect him, perhaps take his place or just be able to say goodbye if nothing else.” George released his tears, staring into his teacup.

“I wish the same but know that whatever you wanted to tell him, he knows.” I stood up and lifted his chin for him to look me in the eyes and hugged him.

“Thank you for taking the time and seeing me. It means more than I could ever say.” He returned the hug.

“If you have too much time on your hands, you can come and visit us in Romania. Spend some time with us. Bond with Aoede a little. Her laugh is contagious and honestly the best for mending your heart. And she loves to help and cook so perhaps you two could make a mess out of the kitchen together and make cookies.” I giggled.

“Truth be told, that sounds like exactly what I need.” He sniffed and gently pulled away.

“You are welcome anytime, brother.” I smiled at him and returned to my seat.

“How about you spend the night here and we go tomorrow?” He smiled back. “Oh, you know what never mind, you probably have other plans.” He hurried to say, his ears turning pink.

“Not at all,” I tapped him twice on the back, “you are definitely coming to Romania with me tomorrow.”

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[ashwolffe]

Hello, I finished Chapter 2 for my Legend centric fic!

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning with slightly puffy eyes. I sighed at my reflection and ran my fingers through my pink hair. No one would notice unless they looked closely at my freckled face. I rubbed my eyes before exiting the bathroom. 

I went back to my room to grab my boots and I passed Hyrule in the hallway. I ruffled his hair as he passed by me. He yawned and didn't even bother to fix his hair. He meandered downstairs. I slipped in and pulled my boots on before going downstairs. I could smell bacon and eggs frying. 

I went straight into the kitchen/dining room, and sat down next to a sleepy Hyrule. He had a mug of coffee in his hands. Wind was chatting away with Warriors as per usual. Sky was surprisingly awake and was munching on some toast. Four was reading a book, Wild was helping Malon cook. I heard a door open and close, I turned to see Time carrying a small bucket filled with apples.

Apples… I haven't had one in a long time. They're honey crisp too, hmmm. I think I'll take one later. Time had noticed my eyeing the fruit and decided to toss me one. I leaned back in my chair in surprise before catching it. I rubbed the apple on my shirt before munching on it. It tastes as good as I remember...

~~~~

I gathered up my gear and made sure everything was ready to go. I accidentally knocked over my box of rings and they scattered all over the floor.

"Oh, for the love of Hylia!' I swore, before getting down on my knees to pick up the scattered rings. I heard the creak and Wind poked his head in.

"Can I help you?" He questioned and I nodded my head. He immediately got down on his knees and helped me pick up the scattered rings. Working together we picked up all the rings and I tied the box shut. 

"Good idea! Now the rings won't spill next time it falls. Do you need help packing? 

I already finished 'cuz Hyrule helped me."

He grinned up at me. I smiled back briefly. 

"Nah, I'm pretty much finished now. I just need to get my gear then I'm ready to go." I smiled and got him in a headlock and rubbed my knuckles on his head. 

"Hey! Legend! Leggo!" Wind squawked  while he thrashed about, trying to break free of my grip. 

"What's going on here?!" Warriors poked his head through the doorway and I immediately released the fuming teen. 

"Nothing," I grinned at him before stuffing my ring box into my satchel. I picked up my gear and turned around to see Wind holding a pillow threatenly towards Wars. 

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll smother you with my pillow!" He threatened, swinging it around. I cleared my throat loudly. Wind threw the pillow into Wars' face and sprinted past him. Wars threw the pillow on the bed. 

"I'll get him back for that. Not now, but later. By the way, it was about him spilling ink all over Twilight's tunic." He snickered loudly and walked out of the room. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. 

I exited the room, making sure to shut the door. 

 

~~~~

Everyone was packed up and ready to go. Malon and Time were talking, the early morning sun glinting off his armor. The sun caught Malon's hair just right and her hair glowed a gentle red. Why does it remind me of…. I shook my head to clear it. Malon hugged Time and he kissed her forehead.It won't hurt to give Epona an apple about now. I hurried over to the mare, who was laden with everyone's spare bags and satchels. I plucked an apple out of Wild's bag and offered it to Epona. She took it from my hand and quietly munched until it was all gone.

“Hey Legend, ready to go?” Hyrule questioned, brushing his long locks out of the way.

“Yeah… You need a haircut.” I chuckled when he blushed embarrassed. 

“I know, but I kinda like it long. I like braiding it.” I hummed in agreement before handing him one of my spare hair ties.

“Here, this should help keep your hair up.” He blushed again before taking it and proceeded to tie his hair up. 

~~~~

I was in the back of the group when the portal opened up underneath my feet. I gave a startled cry and Wind grabbed my arm. Wind strained desperately trying to pull me up but he wasn’t strong enough. 

“Let go, Wind. I’ll be okay.” I promised the young teen. Tears sprung up in his eyes. 

“Legend!” He cried, tears dripped down onto my face. My wrist was slipping out of his grip. 

“Wind! Let go, or you’ll fall with me!” I gave him a pleading look. He choked audibly before I forced him to let go.

I fell for what felt like an eternity before slamming onto sand. It was in the evening so the sand was nice and cool. I laid there for a moment before climbing to my feet. I’ve never been here, but it looks familiar to me. What a minute…

“I’m in Wild’s hyrule! And I’m in the desert… Just lovely.” I grumbled the last bit, surveying the land. That looks like the hotel Wild mentioned staying in before he figured out how to get into Gerudo Town. 

I groaned and trudged over to the hotel. keeping an eye out for monsters, I pulled out my lantern. It's getting dark quickly, I need to get to the hotel soon. I can use my boots but that means I need to put up my lantern…. 

"Screw this," I growled and put my lantern back and used my pegasus boots. My feet pounded into the sand, it felt like the sands of Koholint… I shook my head furiously, clearing my thoughts. Speeding across the sand caused bits to fly up into my face but I ignored it. 

A rumbling sound caused me to pause mid run. Skidding to a stop, I stared up at the sky. Dark thunder clouds were covering the once clear sky. Oh nonononono. Immediately, I began running again. I'm not getting caught in another storm! 

Panic rose up within me like a tidal wave as thunder shook the sands.  Choking, I staggered and tripped over a lizalfos' tail. I face planted in the sand. I spat out sand and flipped back onto my feet. The monster paid no attention to me and burrowed under the sand. Oh nonononono! How bad is this storm? 

Lightning flashed and the ground shook, thunder rumbling from the skies above. My whole body began shaking violently as I started running again. Not another storm, please! Don't make me go through this again! Please, someone help me. I kept going but Koholint kept flashing before my eyes. 

"Link, where are you going?" 

"Stop it, she's gone!" I cried. The rain hit me like a brick wall. I fell to damp sand and mud splashed everywhere. I forced myself to my feet and stared in horror as a raft flashed before my eyes. The crudely made raft was being tossed around like a toy. 

I was on the raft and I was scrambling to pull the sail down so it wouldn't rip. My hackles raised up, sparks gathering around my rings and the mast. 

"Legend run!" Wild screamed, I bolted forward snapping out of my dazed state but it was too late. 

"Grahhhhhh!" I screamed in agony as a blinding hot fire exploded across my back. Then, it all went black. 

"Legend, is he okay?!" 

"Legend!!!" 

"Everybody move!" 

~~~

I opened my eyes just a crack. The ceiling above is a light blue and I can hear crickets chirping. Opening my eyes fully, Hyrule's worried green eyes looked straight into mine. 

"Legend, you're awake." His voice was cracking as he gently hugged me.

"I thought I lost my brother." I moved my arms to hug him but to my dismay only one of my arms could move.

"It's alright, Hyrule." My left arm is in a sling, I think it's fried. 

"What happened while I was out?" I asked him after he let me go. He sat down on the bed.

"You were hurt real bad, so Wild teleported us to Zora's domain. They were able to heal you, but you will need bed rest for a while. Your body is utterly spent." He ran his fingers through his long hair. I hummed softly. 

"Go to sleep, Hyrule." 

"I'll try. I just-"

"Stay, and rest here. The bed is big enough for the both of us." I drummed my fingers thoughtfully on the bed. 

"... okay." He got up to get what I assume to be his blankets while I struggled to keep my eyes open. My eyes fluttered half shut by the time Hyrule came back. I felt the bed dip as he crawled across the gigantic mattress.

His hand gently brushed the hair out of my eyes before he laid down next to me. His radiated heat, it was warm and inviting. He's like a little grizzly cub.  I smiled before yawning loudly. 

"Night, Legend." he murmured.

"Night, 'Rule." I sighed softly before falling into a deep sleep. 

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[mannatea]

gilbert... no, gustave.... 👀

patricia is hte death knight? mmmmaybe? hmmmmm

love that fleche the spy is still just hanging around

loved killing my old pals my old chums

annette went up and crit the shit out of edelgard though so that was cool

dimitri u got le stabbed because u are le dumb

oh cool

“they all died and left me behind” yeah and this man will too. it’s cause ur mediocre

“fuck off boi nobody died for you” lol

i’m like -_- about rodrigue because honestly like...kiiinda assumed he’d kick the bucket since he wasn’t fully recruitable to my knowledge and uhhh dimitri had to slow down his feral slobbering or i was gonna have to put him down myself, so. love it when characters die to calm down other characters that’s super fun. almost as fun as when they die to motivate them. /sarcasm

look at that, the man took a nap

his almost complete switch of personality is unsettling af

anyway everyone all “but what about rhea” i mean i get it but like...it’s been five years. what’s another couple months at this rate lol

oh hey felix called dimitri by name whoa wild

felix doesn’t seem that torn up about his dad’s death

i guess he

lol

died like a true knight

fINALLY sylvain is like, “i don’t know if i can forget the stuff dimitri did tho” cause like jfc was nobody gonna say that?? 

even felix is like surprisingly nice, though kinda pissed at the idea of people knowing that he feels that his dad woulda been glad to die if he could see how much it helped dimitri. bet that stings a bit, eh lad?

oh god so many supports...

catherine x dimitri C = “look at that young maiden wielding a giant lance! how adorable!” “i was thrown off by your haircut!” please tell me it was a bowl cut. but seriously that was a nice lil support

dedue x dimitri B = hhhhh goddamn this is the good stuff this is the delicious lord/vassal shit we love to see

ashe x dimitri B = it’s okay, good to see ashe’s heart being acknowledged as pure, especially by dimitri

mercedes x dimitri B = “teach me to sew!” lol ok i’d think this was cute but it’s mostly like...kinda eh to me. he’ll be a king he won’t need to know how to mend anything. i feel like this is just fluff without much thought in it, even if it’s pretty wholesome.

ingrid x dimitri B = “glenn truly loved you” damn boi right out the gate. also yikes at the shit ingrid is saying... i bet she’d have loved chatting it up with her former future father-in-law because they both really out there like “he died a true knight” i mean whatever brings you peace but JEEZ... stay away from felix. at least dimitri also thinks it’s fucked up LOL. but then ingrid immediately contradicts what rodrigue said when he died which is “glenn gave his life for you” HAHAHA geez. this conversation is mega cringe. finally though, ingrid is the one who is kinda messed up. honey ur living in a fantasy land even though you scolded ashe already that legends aren’t reality. :U

flayn x dimitri C = “there were a few suspiciously crunchy bits here and there” god it’s true then...dimitri doesn’t give a shit what he eats he has NO bar for food quality. son...do you not have tastebuds. this was cute tho. feels REAL fuckin weird after the timeskip tho.

dimitri x sylvain B = DIMITRI HIDING IN SYLVAIN’S ROOM LOL. okay sure. “it’s a what” “does she have a dagger, dimitri” “nobody’s ever accused you of being funny” goddamn sylvain i didn’t give you permission to bully dimitri but i guess it’s fair.

speaking of daggers are we gonna loot that from edelgard’s corpse later? that’d be fucked up

annette x dimitri B = okay but i want to hear the stories about how they were as littles

dimitri x gilbert c = was okay, not really that exciting if i’m being honest.

dimitri x felix B = that was weird, but thanks for the free sword lmfaoooo. i feel like this is at least going somewhere

annette x gilbert C = gOD okay they’re just gonna come right out and tell us gilbert has been pretending all this time he didn’t know her like WTF that’s so upsetting. “yet i am no father” cool now shut up and accept grace. “APOLOGIZE TO MOTHER” yeah seriously. gilbert, you’re an idiot.

god the sheer amount of supports is just overwhelming. and like. frustrating. just the tIME it takes to get through them. LOL

#manna plays fe3h

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep13: How to Get Away With Cheating in the Card Olympics

It’s been a little while since Pegasus made a card that screwed us years after it was developed...and so it’s time for it to happen again. Good ol Pegasus, screwing us all and not even knowing he’s doing it.

First off, it took me until this episode to realize that Leon and Zigfried are German and Leon is playing a Grimm Brother’s deck. I guess I didn’t notice before now because Leon was hiding his identity. But now that I know his deck is because he’s just German it’s like...well OK. That’s kind of cute. Better than that time they had the American play a deck filled with guns.

And that actually...fully explains why they are all dressed old timey. I didn’t pick up on it until just now...they’re referencing old ass fairy tales. But wtv, I still like my reaching theories of why Zigfried dresses like...that.

PS, my twitter just notified me that lots of people are getting a ‘Hime Haircut’, which is exactly the doo that Zigfried wears this season with the cropped side bangs. And like...are we sure? I see Kpop wearing it and Tik Tok kids wearing wigs but...I have yet to see a Hime in the wild. Course I haven’t gone outside in like a year so...maybe tens of thousands of people really did do a Hime Haircut during the Quarantine.

But, damn it, I decided to look at some photos, and a bunch of them looked pretty bad, but a couple looked pretty dope, and now I’m a little bit tempted to get a Hime...but I feel like it took a decade to get out of my bangs phase and like...Do I need two layers of bangs? I have naturally straight hair, I could do this, this haircut was made for me, but...

I just don’t know if I should get a haircut that looks like I’m an anime cosplayer when I can’t back it up. Nope. Cannot get this haircut. I know this haircut was made for teenagers or artists in their 30′s, and literally no one else, but no, this will be a mistake just like the side bangs I gave myself in 2006.

(looks over at scissors)

(read more under the cut)

(get it? Cut?)

Leon recalls that his brother very nicely gave him a card, and he’s so excited to finally do any activity involving his crazy ass family, that he just blindly does it.

This entire episode is about Yami not doing a hellscape when he witnesses cheating, and like...it is S5...it’s been a little while since anyone’s done a real good cheat on him, and he opened the door to darkness, and they got devoured by their own Tamagachi. It’s been a while.

And like the curse of Episode 13 was just a theory I had--but this particular Episode 13 is probably the most tame of all the 13′s (and yet, the most un-tame of this arc, which is a pretty chill arc, overall)

Yet...while this episode still fits in with their universe because the Kaiba’s are very proud so they can’t admit their duel disk has a flaw and therefore can’t forfeit the game, it kind of stretches the imagination a bit for the sake of the plot. Straight up we have a LOT of characters in this arc and they all just stood there and watched it happened.

It could have been also because this is like...televised...that no one wants to start throwing this little boy off the nearest blimp. I just wish that was addressed in the episode, other than “listen...Kaiba must allow this card to be played...or all his Duel Disks are lies.”

His Duel Disk almost caused the end of planet Earth a few weeks back, so I think it’s fine. I think this is a negligible problem to have when your disk shoots projectiles out of each end and has sharp folding edges in the shape of a blade--almost attempting to slice your face off every time you wave that thing around.

Yes, he’s trying to restore his reputation after the whole Dartz thing...but this is like...not that bad in the scale of things that have happened in the past several seasons. Maybe it’s just the last straw that broke the camels back here? One thing too far--’your disk played a broke card, Kaiba, I am pulling my investments and I refuse to go to your theme parks. I was here when you blew up that island. I was here when your company was literally bought out by the illluminati...but if that duel disk can’t play cards correctly--we’re done here.’ And TBH...that’s a very Yugioh mentality to have.

Like remember that time that Elon musk threw a brick at one of his new weird looking cars and the windshield cracked? But he was like “Oh...that was just a...listen the windshields don’t shatter, you saw nothing.” and still released the car anyway? Was kind of reminded of that.

Now...he didn’t actually go into the Dev room, we’ll go into how the hell he got this card, but first, a visit to the Kaiba Dev room.

OOOOOOooooooooh

That’s so bright!

It reminds me of how in the 90′s, the only real thing I knew to do on my computer was change the colors of the UI, so I just used the ugliest ass UI known to man for my family’s computers. I hope these computers have a mouse that leaves a tail behind and I hope that mouse is in the shape of a flying sparkling dragon.

Anyway, Duke speaks what’s on our minds:

Meanwhile, Pegasus, watching this happen over a glass of wine from inside his bathtub at Castle Pegasus, takes one very long sip while sinking into a pile of bubbles.

Seto at first is like “I literally own this tournament so thanks for losing? I don’t know why you threw it out into the trash but thanks?” But Zigfried pressured him so hard that everyone on Earth would judge his ass, and tried so hard to change the definition of what cheating even is, that Seto relented almost as if to shut Zigfried the hell up.

Zigfried explained that, technically, it’s still reads as a legal card on the disk and isn’t reaaally against the rules. Even though the rules say it’s against the rules--what are rules anyway?

Thankfully we have the King of “I dictate what the rules are AKA the rules of the universe, which I would show you, I just don’t feel like it right now, and I’m a little worried about opening that Pandora’s box, but I clearly know the rules of this card game, as stated on this Home Depot plaque that Seto gave me after I won the last tourney.”

Leon gets pretty upset about this--not so much screwing Seto Kaiba, but over the fact his brother stole his only chance at trying to beat Yugi Muto fair and square. So, trying to retain what little card honor he has left, Leon tries to self sabotage so everyone can just go the hell home.

OK so...do you think he put a floppy disk into the paper card? Like straight up how did he do that? Feel free to post your theories because like...how do you hack a paper card? Like do we even have a canon explanation of what these cards are or what they are made out of and how they theoretically work?

Anyway, now that they’ve spent a good portion of this episode discussing if this card should or should not be played, and the ethics and philosophy surrounding that, we find out that none of this matters because Zigfried was actually just stalling.

(He hacked the card so it had a virus like straight up how did he DO that without making a new card?)

Huh.

Y’all, what if I could just delete Google?

Can you imagine?

Like I know this is a kid’s show so it follows kid’s show logic and I will absolutely allow this ridiculous master plan and I will not question it, but think with me for a sec:

What if you could just delete Disney?

Damn. That’s some Y2K scare tactics propaganda right there. That’s some good YA dystopian fiction stuff.

Yo is Zigfried the good guy? He’s not, but if this were a YA novel he would be, right? Good on him.

I...do not know how the logic in Zigfried’s brain works, but if someone deleted all the files in my collaborators company and showed up at my front door and was like “I heard you were looking for a new collaborator?” I’d stick him face first into a blank paper card.

Which is, logically, the next step to Zigfried’s plan that no one has bothered to tell him yet. You just don’t mess with Pegasus, especially after all the stuff he went though with getting murdered by Mai, and Dartz showing up, he’d be so pissed right now. He might not be technically magical anymore--but it’s clear after last season that he’s still magical enough. This is a man who’s let out into the wild maybe a couple of scary cards--but hell knows how many are buried in his huge ass castle just waiting to do a murder.

This is just Zigfried hassling a hornet and the hornets nest is like...right there.

And so next episode we are going to...destroy the card? Hell, next episode might be entirely a card game and I might only have 2 caps.

Anyway, just letting you know that I typed this last night, and then had dreams that I got a Hime Haircut and hella loved it, woke up at 5:30 AM thinking about that haircut, and have since been just...

...I mean I shouldn’t do it...I cannot give myself unironic Von Schroeder hair...

...

...but what if it’s dope though?

(and here’s the link to read these from the beginning in chrono order from S1. Wish I categorized in seasons but alas I did not have that forsight back when I thought there were only 3 seasons of Yugioh total. I have since learned.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#yugioh #YGO #yu gi oh #episode recap #photo recap #S5 #Ep13 #Yugi Muto #leon von schroeder #zigfried von schroeder #seto kaiba #grandpa muto #mokuba kaiba #and literally everyone else who stood there and just watched it happen #Just thinking about how one hacks a card and I feel like that's totally possible but how though?

[snarwor]

moon and old stars - chapter 1

I blame @badwolfbadwolf for every single word of this. Din Djarin/Boba Fett Daddy Kink with a side of Emotional Hurt/Comfort? I’m fuckin AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA damn it I’m writing Star Wars fic again. What’s this ship name? Link to AO3 at the bottom. No warnings so far. Also: this is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr so if there’s formatting issues yolo

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He wasn’t going to do it. He wasn’t. He was practically forty cycles old and he knew better. Here he was, without a damn starship, without the kid, bereft of enough credits to make a difference, and he was spiraling out of control due to the residual guilt and shame which had come with taking his helmet off at the refinery on Morak. He’d compromised himself, his Creed, his people.

And the damn Fett wasn’t talking to him, to top it off. That’s just great.

It wasn’t much of a Way if you kept meandering vaguely off course, listing on just this side of heresy.

Cara and Fennec had gone off in search of food on some outpost near the Outer Rim, a few days’ travel behind Gideon, and therefore Grogu. Din was left alone in Slave I with Boba Fett, and he was practically crawling out of his skin.

He’d rehearsed the bad idea so many times in his head, but somewhere between his mind and his mouth the words changed from “Wanna go shoot something?” to “I need a distraction.”

The old bounty hunter was sitting at the console near the hyperdrive, sans helmet, as he was used to. Din’s hands were shaking in their gloves, but the gloves and his armor were sturdy enough to hide it from the common man’s eye.

Boba Fett was not a common man. He was a Mandalorian, if not by Creed then by race, and he knew exactly the deadly mix of poisons which had led Din to this point better than... kriff, better than anyone else in this blasted galaxy.

His eyes, so level and sure, so calculating and sharp it felt like there wasn’t any beskar between them, regarded him and his request. Din hadn’t asked, he was past the point of asking. He was desperate to get his mind off of the vicious circle of imagining what the kid was going through. Fett stood and straightened his back.

Din wasn’t a slight man, by anyone’s definition. He was strong enough to wield and wear the armor, to make it this long as a guild bounty hunter, to survive the training and the trauma that came from just living in the wild galaxy. But Boba Fett was a clone, he was created to be the most powerful kriffing bastard this side of the stars, and he was engineered smarter, faster, and stronger. He had a hand’s length on him in height, and Din was eager to know what that would feel like, without the armor, without the boots, without—

But Fett hadn’t spoken yet, he hadn’t even given anything away that Din could overthink about. He was sweating all over the inside of his helmet, worse than when he first put one on as a teenager. He swallowed roughly, and the vocoder picked it up, a soft crackle putting his nervousness on display.

“Come with me.”

It was three words, which were more than enough of an order for Din’s head to swim, and he followed like Fett had said to. He was led to a berthing at the far edge of the ship. The matter of fact way Fett had interpreted his request for a distraction as “I’m taking you to bed” made him swoon a little on his feet. “I don’t lay with armor. You’ll have to take it off.”

“But—”

“If I wanted to lay with a droid, I’d lay with a droid. It comes off.”

Again, Din was brought to heel by three short words. And really, what was there left of himself that he could hold tight to and pretend was honorable? How much of himself had he given up in just the last few months? What part of him actually still fit, hidden behind buckles and clasps and plates and signets?

He forced himself not to think about it. His need was great. Back on Morak, he’d felt the same need take control, blurring the line in his head that was at one point, uncrossable. Now, his whole mind was blurred, and he felt the air in his helmet was hot and stifling. Piece by piece, the armor around him came off, and with it, his cares and self-respect. He was willing to debase himself for one petty distraction.

In for a credit, and all.

The chest plate acted as sort of a holding dish for the rest, keeping it nice and tidy and out of Fett’s way as he bared every part of himself. Fett watched with an unreadable expression as pale skin was uncovered, as cloth-covered elbows and socked feet revealed itself to the room. The door was shut, there was some semblance of safety here, but the recklessness with which Din stripped himself gave the old man something to worry about.

Finally, in just his soft skin-layer clothes, all that was left was the damned helmet. Din felt his lips wobbling beneath it, and set his jaw. It’s just a distraction. It’s just enough to get me by. Then I can bottle the shame and find a way to repent for my actions. This is the Way.

The light in the room was dim, like Fett had known Din’s eyes needed to adjust. The helmet sat atop the rest of the armor with a soft thud, finality in its tone. Din let out a shuddering breath, and his eyes went to the floor, his head with it. He’s worn the helmet so long that he was unused to peripheral vision when he had it.

“Look at me.” Three-word sentences were a favorite of Fett’s, so it seemed. “You are not of a Creed you can disappoint while in here. The only truth is that you are mine.”

Din’s eyes flashed up, and his jaw dropped. That strange cadence to his voice, the accent, it was unfamiliar enough to his ears that it set the stage for what came next. “Yours?” he croaked, almost flinching at the new acoustic quality his voice had.

“Mine.” Fett sat on the edge of his bed, and made no motion for Din to follow, so he remained standing. “You are unfamiliar with this kind of activity. Good. There’s nothing you can do, or have done, that will change how I treat you here. We will start small. You will follow my orders. If you are confused about something, you will ask. If something is wrong, you will say ‘beskar’ and we will stop. No one else is allowed to know about this. I will not speak of it, and neither will you. This will not follow outside of here unless we speak of it. Do you have any questions?”

Millions.

“No.”

“Kneel here.” Fett pointed with a single, gnarled finger to a point on the ground by his feet. Din made a soft noise of resistance, but a firm look reminded him that he was to follow Fett’s orders. He slowly went to his knees, and walked forward on them, closer, to Fett’s side. He thought they were going to do this on the bed. “Get comfortable.”

He spoke like he’d rather be talking in a different language, but for Din he’d keep speaking in Common. Din adjusted his kneeling stance so his back wasn’t slouched. They often meditated in the cloister and learned to stay very still despite discomfort, but Fett had told him to get comfortable, so he did, though once he’d found it, he began to fidget.

“Put your head here.” Fett patted his lap. Surely there was an easier way for him to do this…? Din wasn’t sure he’d be able to reach Fett’s cock in this position. “Your mind is jumping several steps ahead. We are not moving past this now. Relax your mind.”

“I asked for a distraction, not a guided meditation,” Din grumbled, resisting and testing the waters a little. Fett seemed quick to temper despite his glacial expressions, but in here, he took the little barb like Din hadn’t even said anything.

“You will get what you need, and nothing more unless you follow what it is I’m saying. Put your head here. I won’t repeat myself again.”

Din gently rested his head against Fett’s thigh. It was a strange sensation, to feel warmth there not brought by engine heat or the flash-burn of a sonic shower, or his own body heat trapped in the helmet. The fabric over his thigh was a rough canvas, but not too thick that it hid the warmth from the man wearing them.

“Good. That’s good.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Fett put a hand on his head, not grabbing, just resting. He took deep breaths and calmed his heart down.

He’d spent so many months taking a sharp blade to his hair, thinning it down as soon as it was long enough to curl. He didn’t like to meet his own eyes in the mirror as he worked, only looked at his face enough to do a cursory, impersonal shave and haircut, and only when absolutely necessary. He felt he owed it to the Creed that he didn’t indulge in time spent out of the helmet, in things like vanity and pride.

But now, with Fett’s hand on his head, and his head on his thigh, kneeling at his feet because he’d been told to, he wished he’d spent a bit more time making sure it was at least even. Insecurity and shame bubbled inside of him, and it made damn sure Din knew how unworthy he was of a signet, of the helmet, of the gifts given by his people. Through many years and lonely nights, even after he met the kid, he’d found himself in moments of physical pain, but never enough to make him cry like a child.

This simple act, it seemed, was enough.

It started slow, a prickling spark behind his eyes, a flash of radiant embarrassment on his cheeks. He swallowed past a lump in his throat. His vision blurred with tears, and they fell, uninhibited, from his eyes. If Fett noticed, he didn’t speak about it, and didn’t move his hand back. His thigh and his hand were the only two points in the galaxy that could tether Din back to himself, and he was holding on tightly to that sensation.

Those fingers curled into unevenly-cut hair, a gentle scritch against a sensitive scalp, and Din cried harder. Under the sounds of his gasps and silent, shuddering sobs, he heard humming. It wasn’t a song he recognized, but the tune became familiar the more Fett repeated it, in a deep register that matched his entire demeanor.

Din’s hands came to wrap around Fett’s calf, holding on hesitantly, but tighter once the song interrupted with a “Hm,” of assent. Now he had four points of tethering, and it was easier for Din to let the tears carry away his shame and injuries to his pride.

He didn’t know how long he was down there, knelt by Fett’s feet, but when he felt fine enough to look up, he was surprised to meet Fett’s eyes. He somehow knew Fett hadn’t looked away even once in the whole time Din had knelt. “You were very good for me,” Fett said, a soft quality to his voice that made Din’s breath catch. The hand on his head shifted and cupped the back of his neck, and Din’s eyes fluttered shut. How long had it been…? Never, his mind said. You’ve never felt like this.

“What was that song?” Din asked, his voice terribly hoarse and small.

“It’s an old one, so old time forgot the words but not the sound and story. It told a tale about an old star shooting across the galaxy, and when it sailed past a moon made of crystals so clear it looked like starlight, it stopped, pulled into orbit by a thing so beautiful it was helpless against the laws of the universe. My father used to sing it to me, and now I sing it to you.”

Din didn’t know what to make of that, but said, “That sounds like a nice story. Will you teach me the song?”

“I will. But not now. The others will be back soon. You may want to clean up.”

Din noticed the uncomfortable feeling of tears dried on his face, and felt the wave of self-consciousness return, though it was greatly subdued.

“There’s a shower on board.”

“Thank you.” Din kept his eyes down, gathering up his things again, his pieces.

“You’re welcome, any time you need it.”

“What if I don’t need it?” Din said, trying to cover his vulnerability with...something else.

“Then you don’t need it,” Fett said, calm as anything. He stood.

Sure enough, those five inches Fett had on him were made starkly apparent when Din stood in none of his armor. Certain men carried a metaphorical weight with them when they walked, and others carried an imagined height that let them look down on others. Boba Fett was bigger in both senses, but did not use his power to belittle or condescend at Din. He exuded a presence of comfort and safety, a peace that Din had thought inaccessible for himself for so very long.

He felt held, though they stood apart.

“I’ll just. Shower.” Din said, awkwardness filling his lungs.

As soon as he was in the small ‘fresher, he closed the hatch and wondered what in the kriff just happened.

Read on AO3.

Chapter two.

#star wars fanfiction #din djarin/boba fett #mandalorian fanfiction #if past me saw now me she would be very disappointed #my writing #moon and old stars

[gingerale2017]

Eat

So I took a while for updating this but I finally uploaded it yesterday. Anyways, here it is! (If you have Wattpad, please vote and comment on my story)

A full bowl of cat food looked back at Kai as he picked it up and sighed. She still didn't eat. It's been almost a week, and she still hasn't eaten. The veterinarians said that she might have an eating disorder since there was nothing else wrong with her. That didn't help. Cinder said that the vets were wrong and that she was dying.

Of course, Cinder said this smugly as she pet the gray-haired dog in her lap. Kai looked at Fiona, who was wandering around as a cat does and so skinny you could see her ribs. She drank but didn't eat. The dog started sniffing at Fiona's food, and Kai shooed him away.

Cinder walked in then, her brow furrowed as she read something on her port. She sipped a cup of coffee and set it on the little table in the pet room. She kneeled to rub Drew's fur and scratched him behind the ears, saying, "you're such a good boy" and "I missed you," the same way one would coo a baby.

Then, "Hey Kai." That's it. Not that he was jealous of a dog or anything.

"She still hasn't eaten," he grumbled and picked up the bowl again.

"Aw, maybe she realized that canned food is disgusting and reserved to eat out in the wild. Like catching birds and stuff, " she went to go sit on the big brown sofa, and Kai followed.

"No, Fiona's not a savage."

"She bit me once. Like a savage cat. Stars, I hate her."

"Drew scratched me once, but you don't see me calling him a savage dog! Besides, what are you're deal with cats anyways?"

"Nothing, it's just that cat," she wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"She's a wonderful cat," Kai paused before continuing, "maybe we shouldn't have gotten pets in the first place."

"We didn't have a choice," Cinder looked darkly at the window as if recollecting. He started to remember too. They were visiting Thorne and Cress at the Rampion, and while Cress went to go pick up food, Thorne managed to steal them for a hot second.

He called it: Captain Thorne's Marriage Counseling, even though Kai and Cinder didn't need it at all. Then he said that they should get pets, and immediately Kai said hamster. Thorne nodded, and the next time they met, he had a dog and a cat.

Kai immediately got in well with the cat and named it Fiona. She was a proud and stubborn cat with a sarcastic aura. She kind of reminded him of Cinder.

Cinder chose the dog and named it Drew. And that dog was so annoying. It always wanted attention and only enjoyed Cinder. It gets depressed whenever she was gone, and it got on Kai's nerves every single time. It was also stupid in a cute way; it would bump into a wall, but it was still adorable.

Also, to make matters worse, Cinder gave the dog attention. She had trained him to be depressed whenever she wasn't around and is now super attached to her. Whenever Kai tried to be romantic with Cinder, he was there. Whenever Kai wanted to get Cinder alone, he was there. Whenever Kai wanted to tell her something important, Drew was there. The dog was everywhere.

But, again, Kai wasn't jealous of the dog. Drew's just a dog. He couldn't steal Cinder from Kai's hands and run away to someplace exotic and get married. Right?

"Here, Drew, you wanna play fetch? I know you do," She said, waving a rope around. The dog yelped, and she threw the rope across the room and onto the couches. Drew jumped onto the leather couch and grabbed the toy violently. Then he jumped off and climbed in Cinder's lap, leaving the sofa tilted and the rug flipped.

Kai grumbled and went to fix the rug and couch. Also, the dog was messy.

"Still, this is a problem. We have to find out why Fiona is not eating."

"I'm sure she's going to be fine, " Fiona came out of her hiding place and prowled the couch Cinder was sitting in. She sneezed and brought her warmth to cover her mouth. Drew winced and placed his head in her lap.

"But-"

"You're going to the vet tomorrow, and maybe they might figure out what's wrong with her, " she sneezed again, and Kai began to worry.

"Are you alright?" he asked tenderly.

"Yeah, I might go to the med wing to find out why I can't shake this cold."

"Are you allergic? To cats?"

"No- there was a cat in my old apartment, and nothing ever happened. I'm sure I'm fine, " Cinder smiled her heavenly smile and got up, "we'll I have to look over a few documents, and I'll see you later, okay?"

He nodded. She pecked his cheek and walked away. Drew sighed and flopped on the floor, and stared at the doorway Cinder walked out of.

"Oh, get over it. You'll see her later, " Drew ignored him. He sighed and decided to take Fiona to the vet a day early. She needed to eat as soon as possible.

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Stupid cat. Stupid, crazy, irritating, always-in-the-way cat.

It wasn't Cinders fault that Fiona attacked her. It was self-defense! She didn't mean to shoot Kai's pet!

Cinder remembered trying to bond with Fiona when it downright attacked her. She brought her metal hand out, and the next thing she knew was seeing the black cat on the ground with a tranquilizer dart in the stomach.

She ran to the veterinarian as quickly as possible and gave it to vets there. They took care of her, and due to the medicine they gave Fiona, the cat might not eat for about a week. Cinder told them if her husband came by with Fiona, please say to him that nothing is wrong. Then she left.

With the stupid cat, she tranquilized in her arms.

Stars, Cinder hated Fiona. She would always pounce around the palace like she was the empress instead. And when she was around Kai, she would demand attention from him and stand proud as she deserved it.

But Drew, on the other hand, was the animal embodiment of Kai. He was dorky, cute, attention-seeking, and so easy to forgive.

But Kai loathed Drew, and Cinder couldn't understand why. They were like twins!

A sudden headache overtook Cinder, and she put a hand on the wall. The pain grew until she had to stop and grit her teeth. The headache disappeared as can't as it came, and she suddenly felt nauseous.

Gulping, she made her way to the elevator and asked the android operating it to head to the medical floor. She got inside and placed her cool metal hand on her forehead.

Once the doors opened, Cinder stumbled, and some people in white lab coats looked at her skeptically.

She made her way into the labyrinth known as the medical wing. The scent of multiple cleaning agents welcomed her.

When she finally made it to her doctor's office, she knocked and received a soft smile.

"Ambassador Linh-Blackburn, I wasn't expecting you, but still a pleasure, " the doctor said. She was shorter than Cinder and had a pageboy haircut. Her hair was onyx black and had striking red lips and bright green eyes.

"Good afternoon Doctor Zhao. I am sorry for not scheduling an appointment earlier; I think I have a virus of sorts. Do you have any extra time today for a check-up?"

"Of course, Ambassador Linh."

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Cinder Please come to my room ASAP.

It was surprisingly hard carrying a cat and reading your port. Kai just came back from the vet and got unexpected results.

First, it was a new vet that checked on Fiona. Second, the vet accidentally revealed that Cinder had visited them this week with Fiona before she stopped eating. Third, the vet stopped talking suddenly and said that Fiona should be perfectly fine any time now.

Kai got a little suspicious.

Now Cinder just asked him to come to his room as soon as possible. He had a difficult decision to make. Either drop off Fiona in the 'pet room' that was actually a deserted closet they found near his office, or go to her room and take the cat with him.

The room was closer to him, and he was worried about Cinder, so Kai chose option two.

Once he got there, he rapped on the door and heard his fiancee welcoming him in.

"Hey, love, what's wrong?" he asked softly. He closed the door behind him and Cinder bundled up in the bed. Her voice was unusually raspy which Kai to be even more concerned.

"I have been diagnosed with a virus that's been going around the castle and I have a confession to make, " she bit her lip and fiddled with the beige blanket, "I truly am sorry in advance for what I'm about to say-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're sick?! Why haven't you told me earlier?" she gave him a look for cutting her off but then saw Fiona and looked away as if ashamed. He dropped the cat and made his way towards the bed.

"Get back, I don't want you to get sick too, " Cinder thrust her hands up as Kai laid down next to her and moved the thin blanket higher up. She sighed in defeat, "I just found out today. Remember when I told you I was going to get myself checked out?" he nodded, "apparently there's some sort of virus and a lot of people went home because of it, and now I have it. Symptoms are nausea, headaches, vomiting, fever etcetera."

"Sounds fun, " she rolled her eyes. Kai brought her head to his chest and began to stroke it, "we'll get through it together."

Cinder snorted, "that was incredibly cheesy."

"I'm serious. I'd rather suffer with you than just watching you suffer alone." He kissed her hair, "what about the confession you were going to tell me."

She tensed, then pulled away from Kai. Waited for two, three heartbeats before continuing, "It's about Fiona, " she fiddled with the blanket again.

"What about her?" she gave him a 'are you serious?' look.

"Her diet? Remember she hasn't been eating all week?"

"The vet said that she'll get better any day now."

"No, I have to tell you why and how she stopped eating, " Cinder sighed.

When he didn't respond, she continued: "I was petting Fiona one day and then she downright attacked me and scratched my metal hand. I freaked out because I wasn't expecting that and I accidentally... shot her, " she moaned and brought the blanket to her head, "ugh these headaches, sorry. And I am very sorry for shooting your cat."

Her voice came to a whisper as if she was losing confidence with every line. Kai didn't know what to do at first, but then when she moaned in pain, his first instinct was to hold her and comfort her. But instead, he sat still as stone and could barely feel Cinders body against his.

"I know that you have every right to be mad and yell at me, but in my defense, she attacked me and it was simply, uh, self-defense, " she rambled, "b-but still, I should've controlled myself before shooting her, and I really am sorry Kai, and-" he covered her mouth with his hands and stared into her beautiful brown eyes. The same ones that happened to be synthetic, but still wonderfully stunning. Like her. Cinder may have some flaws (not her metal parts, obviously, those are perfect) but she still manages to make life wonderful. And she was stunning herself too.

"K-kai?" she asked after tenderly taking his hand in hers in her lap. He looked down at the hand that was holding his and brought the hard metal surface to his lips. He could feel her tense but ignored it.

"I forgive you, " he said with a smirk. Her wonderfully stunning eyes swelled with relief, "she 'attacked' you? And it was 'self-defense?"

"It was!"

They laughed in unison and their heads touched. They at there for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

She shifted and placed her head in his chest once again. "Hey Kai?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For being an understanding boyfriend."

"Fiancée, " Kai corrected.

"Fiancée, " she coughed and shivered right after.

"I love you Cinder."

"I love you too Kai."

I'm so sorry for taking so long on this story, but I'm making a part 2 sometime later. Please forgive me, I need some extra inspiration on this.

*hint for part 2* remember the symptoms for the virus and Cinder randomly sneezing when Fiona was around.

Have a great day! -Angie

[chefn7]

A perfect night…

Well here I am again, that jumpy anxious feeling I get when night time comes around, I can’t shake it. It’s like my skeleton wants to jump out of my body, and my cock gets so hard sometimes it turns purple at the tip. It’s been months since I’ve had a woman and a sexual encounter, find myself rubbing one out every morning and night. It’s gotten so bad I don’t even take a normal break I take jerking off breaks…oh I’m so pathetic as I have to laugh at myself.

It’s Friday night.. debating whether to have a night to myself..by that I mean porn and beer the perfect combo for a lonely single man..fuck I’m pathetic. No not today I’m going out I don’t care where ..maybe a bar? I ask myself. I finally convince myself that I am going out on this cold October night. What to wear, I look in my shitty closet with cracks and the light bulb dangling with light in and out, I grab the best looking jacket I have which is an old bikers jacket my uncle gave to me with an American flag patch on the front pocket. Yup this will do and a nice flannel button up shirt with jeans I’m stunning oh fuck I’m a loser. I cringe but I go out the door anyway, the brisk air of the night whisks my wet groomed hair..should’ve gotten a haircut and maybe rubbed one out before I go in case I meet a lady tonight.. I highly doubt I won’t ..fuck it I tell myself.

The closest bar near my apartment is only a few feet away, a little dive knows as “Creeks Perfect Night” you can imagine it looked like any other dive bar with shitty neon signs and a drunk chick or two puking her guts outside the door, yeah this seems like the place I will get laid for sure . Shaking my head in disbelief as I walk in the smell of watered down beers and stale peanuts hit me in the face like a baseball bat. I sit near the outside of the bar where there are less people sitting, drinking alone and people watching is what I do best.

I signal the bartender for a beer just a domestic for me nothing fancy. I order three more and then all of a sudden there was a sudden change in the atmosphere of this dank bar, the stale smell is replaced by the most intoxicating scent that has ever graced my nostrils. Almost like the smell of jasmine in the spring and rose water.. And then almost like a breeze passing by I get a glimpse of the one responsible for that delicious scent.

I’m facing down like I always do in a public place, and I see legs, beautiful, slender, sexy legs, accompanied by red pumps, a very short red dress, as I raise my head to sneakily get a glimpse I see possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, skin so white, so silky and pristine, lipstick red and deep like the most finest wine, and wide brimmed red hat that looked almost velvet. She did not look like she belonged here, looking at her I imagined myself walking up to her and saying that very thing “you are the most woman I have ever seen, let me take you away from here so I can do things to you that will make scream my name” oh but what a joke am I, I don’t have the balls. Then as if she was reading my mind, she looks at me, oh shit she is really looking at me and if she smiles I am here, I will melt, I will be her slave. Almost instantly like a predator a beautiful creature of prey, a row of pearly white emerge my way and I am dead now. My heart skips a beat or two because now is getting up and walking my way, the sound of her heels as they hit the old wooden floor, slowly and seductively , I take a drink of my beer as she sits down next to me, “hey there handsome” she says, her voice like a purr from a jungle cat so wild and untamed. “Hello there” I answered back so shaky and pathetic, way to go I tell myself, she smiles and asks if I’m from around here, I feel like this moment as I talk to her is like a dream it doesn’t feel real. We hit it off, we basically talk and laughed all night till the bar was near closing that means it’s close to 2am..I have work in 5 hours.. before I can say anything she says those words I was hoping to hear “let’s get out of here” my heart skips a beat and looks like I’m calling out for work. The walk to my apartment is nice, she holds on to my arm , the sound of her heals on the street slowly and even more seductive as we get closer to my place. My cock is rock hard at this point and I’m precumming for sure as I feel wet in my underwear..we get close the front door of my apartment again it was almost as she has a mind reading power or is just super perceptive. She reaches down and runs her hand up my pant leg and they grabs my shaft through my pants and strokes it, “I’m in town for one more day and I want to fuck you before I leave, your the most interesting handsome man I’ve met here in this town, and I want you” as if my cock couldn’t get any harder. I unlock the front door and lead her inside.

As I put my keys on the coffee table she pushes me on to my couch. She kneels down with her elbows spreads my knees open wide so she has access between my legs. She unbuckles my belt and lowers my zipper, I’m so hard my dick instantly pops out through the front opening of my boxer briefs. “Ooooo, that’s a big boy” she says with excitement and pleasure as she is definitely impressed by my size. She strokes my hard throbbing cock down the shaft a couple of times before she takes me into her mouth, soft lips and the warmth of her mouth as she strokes my shaft up and down slowly and steady driving me crazy I don’t know how I have not came already but she was controlling it. “Don’t cum yet” she says and I’m her slave at that point her sex slave. She takes off the rest of her clothes and I get up to take the rest of my clothes off as well, as she undos her break I come up from behind her and help her take it off, I put my hands over her breasts , very busty and all natural. We then move into my bedroom, we start with some sucking and licking of places on our body, which just elevates the sexual tension, I start by putting my tongue between her beautiful legs, but not after I suck her toes because I have a foot fetish. I flick my tongue slowly on her clit as I put my two fingers inside her and one in her ass.

That drove her wild as she let out a moans so loud i was sure we would get a noise complaint, I then turn her over exposing her asshole and clit, I grab her by the buttocks and stick my tongue in asshole, flick tongue in and out as I rub her clit.. she is very wet so wet she almost came and the I told her the same thing she told me “don’t you cum yet” she turns around and tells me to lay down on my back, she slides on to my cock and the wetness and warmth of her pussy drives me nuts as she moves her pelvis back and forth slowly and first but then starts ridding faster and faster and she digs her nails into my chest. She stops and says “no not yet, I want it from behind” so I do as I’m told, I turn her around and drive my big cock behind her into her very moist opening and it’s like butter she is so wet. Thrusting deeply I don’t know if I can hold it any longer and again almost like she read my mind she says “before you cum put in my ass” This is becoming the perfect night. I take my cock out of her every so moist pussy, and slowly insert into to her beautiful bleached asshole, someone really takes good care of her grooming, as my cock goes in her gaping opening it feels warm and almost a little tight the sensation is increased by ten and my cock is going to explode as I go in and out of her ass.. she’s rubbing her clit as I do this and then a very thunderous orgasm is let out by her and I’m right behind her… no pun intended. Thrusting in and out of her beautiful perfect ass, I give it a few slaps and then as I’m cumming she tells me to stay inside and like a nuclear bomb the mushroom cloud of my load explodes inside her and out some out of her asshole as I take my cock out.

As we clean ourselves up.. we meet each other in my bathroom in the shower. As we both stand inside the shower, the warm water dripping in our faces , she puts her arms around and whispers in my ear, “thank you for this Perfect night” I smile at her and then I ask “ready for part of the this perfect night”

?The End?