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hihello-pinky · 11 months

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11 First Kisses

a record of eleven defining kisses you shared with Yeonjun

Non-Idol Choi Yeonjun x she/her reader! WC: 4.8k words Genre: friends to lovers to exes/strangers to lovers, some angst, some fluff, hurt maybe comfort? TWs: none (please let me know if I somehow missed any!)

A few disclaimers (?):

I know I’m supposed to be writing for Sight but I was trying to look for inspiration and I stumbled upon this in my drafts so...

I know this blog is for Haikyuu but please let me post here because I can barely manage this so I don’t think I can open a separate blog for TXT and also because this may be the first and last time I will write for TXT

ANYWAYs

here we go ~ kindly reblog and/or leave a comment if you liked it!!!!

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #1

You both were fifteen, paired for a science project. You were sitting at the back-most part of the library, the tables near you unoccupied. You were busy explaining something Yeonjun couldn’t grasp and he could hear the frustration starting to drip from your voice since it was becoming obvious that he wasn’t listening. “Yeonjun, you’re not paying attention,” you said sternly.

“I am,” he replied, but his eyes were still trained on your plump lips as his head rested on his hand.

You dropped your pen and crossed your arms, facing him. With your eyebrows burrowed together, you whispered the threat. “I’m gonna ask Teacher Min if I can still switch partners.”

His only response was, “Can I kiss you?”

You were so taken aback by his question but after a few moments, nodded reluctantly. Yeonjun cheered internally – what he read in the books was right, after all! So, he carefully leaned in and gave you a quick peck. It was sweet with a faint taste of your favorite strawberry milk drink. You and Yeonjun’s very first kiss.

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #2

His parents held a simple celebration for Yeonjun’s sixteenth birthday and he thought it was the best time to introduce you to his parents as his girlfriend ever since he finally asked you out a few weeks ago. You were nervous as he was your first boyfriend, you even stuttered while greeting them and you were so cute that Yeonjun committed the image to his memory. Who knew a meet-the-parents scenario would make the confident and smart L/N Y/N lose her nerves?

After the celebration, he snuck you into his room (after convincing you for ten minutes that you were not going to get caught and that if you did, it wouldn’t be a big deal, anyway) and as you sat awkwardly on his bed, he laughed and said, “Relax, we’re only going to kiss.” You visibly breathed a sigh of relief and you looked so adorable at that moment, sitting on his dark blue comforter, that he leaned in and kissed you. Your first kiss as an official couple.

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #3

Last day of summer before twelfth grade, Yeonjun and you were in your living room seated on the couch with a small distance between you two, watching Ouran High School Host Club, while a bowl of popcorn stood on the table in front of you. Yeonjun was starting to get into watching anime, all thanks to you. Your Mama told both of you that she was going on a quick grocery run for some salt or egg, he couldn’t recall.

As soon as the door shut behind her, you pulled Yeonjun closer towards you and he laughed a bit. He was surprised in delight because he was always the one initiating the affectionate acts between you. But that afternoon, after pulling him to your body, you turned your head in front of his and stole a quick kiss before focusing your attention back to the TV. He’ll always remember it – your first kiss that was initiated by you.

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #4

Your last year in senior high. Prom night. Yeonjun pulled you away from the dance floor, you struggling on your heels as he guided you towards the photobooth. Right before the camera shutter went off, he cupped your face and put his lips against yours. It was your first kiss captured in a photograph.

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #5

Your eighteenth birthday. The two of you were cuddling on your bed, your head on Yeonjun’s chest as you both looked at your ceiling decorated by the old glow-in-the-dark stars that everyone loved as children. Yeonjun had pasted his on random places but yours seemed to be arranged into constellations.

“And what’s that?” He asked, pointing to the five stars close to each other, which looked like they were the first ones to be pasted on the ceiling.

With his soft breath warm and comforting near you, you answered, “That’s Cassiopeia.”

“Like the calculator?” He asked innocently and felt your body shake in laughter.

“No, like the queen in Greek mythology. Did you not listen to literature class?”

Shaking his head, he looked down to face you and stared at your dark eyes. Before he could get lost in them, Yeonjun confessed. “I was bad in class because I was always busy watching you.”

You blushed, pink dusting your cheeks, and poked his nose. “Since when did you have a crush on me?”

“Seventh grade,” he answered without a second thought. “You were annoyed at me for checking your science quiz messily.”

“Crazy!” you exclaimed, almost hitting your head against his. “That was the moment I began to really notice you. Who would have thought I’d end up falling in love with the boy who can’t grade a paper properly?”

Yeonjun became silent as soon as you finished your sentence and he didn’t tell you then but at that moment, he was so relieved. He’d been dying to drop the L-word on you but was afraid he would scare you away. Could you imagine how he felt when he heard your slip of the tongue?

You realized what you have said and gently snuggled closer to his chest, your hair tickling his chin. In a whisper, you said softly, “I love you, Yeonjun.”

He planted a soft kiss at the top of your head before turning down so you’re face to face. “I love you, Y/N.” Staring into each other’s eyes, you leaned towards each other and closed the gap. Your first kiss after saying I love you.

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #6

You were crying. Not the tears-silently-running-down-your-face kind of crying but the messy-tears-and-runny-nose crying. It was time for the both of you to go to college and Yeonjun got accepted in the country’s top university for musicians and dancers. When you first found out the news, you were filled with pride because you knew how much Yeonjun loved performing. However, Yeonjun getting accepted into his dream school also meant he would have to move to a city four hours away from home.

His parents were kind enough to let you know you were welcome to tag along when they would drop Yeonjun off in his dorms but you declined the offer, not trusting yourself to bid a proper goodbye and besides, you wanted to give that moment to his parents.

So, you and Yeonjun set a date for the whole day before he moved and as you watched the sunset under your favorite tree, the fact that the day was closing to an end hit you like a brick and you weren’t able to stop yourself from ugly-crying at the thought that your boyfriend would be moving the next day.

“I promise I’d go home as often as I can,” Yeonjun said as he tried to wipe your tears away.

Instead of being comforted, what he said only made you cry harder. Yeonjun pulled you against him and let you cry until it felt like you ran out of tears. And when you regained your composure later on, he sweetly kissed your lips. “I’ll hold on to this,” you said after a while, smiling gently at him, “our salty first goodbye kiss.”

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #7

On your fourth anniversary, you and Yeonjun had a fight. You were both on your sophomore year in university. You were elated when he told you he’d be coming home for the weekend and you prepared a surprise for him. Yeonjun did come home, but he wasn’t alone.

Soobin and Taehyun were with him, his friends that he met on his first year. As it turned out, Yeonjun only went home to show them around your town, to let his family meet them. He didn’t remember what you were supposed to celebrate. So, Saturday came and it was your anniversary but you didn’t even get to see him until late at night when you dropped by their house.

When Yeonjun saw you, his face didn’t transform into that happy expression he always wore whenever the two of you meet after not seeing each other for some time. Instead, he said with a hint of surprise and something else in his voice, “I didn’t know you were coming.”

You replied with a nonchalant shrug. “Well, you sure don’t know a lot of things these days.”

At that, Yeonjun frowned before he grabbed your wrist and brought you to his room, his guests and family awkwardly trying not to look at the scene. Once he closed the door, he asked in a barely contained voice, “What the hell was that?”

And you knew you should have been calmer but instead, you retorted with, “Who the hell forgets what the date today is?”

Yeonjun’s budding anger was replaced with confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking… about.” The way he slowly trailed off let you know that he just remembered at that moment what the day was. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

You wanted to stay mad but the apologetic look he gave you – like a puppy asking to be forgiven after chewing something he’s not supposed to – made your heart melt. You reached for his hand and squeezed it. “You owe me one day where you’ll only be with me.”

Yeonjun laced your fingers together and raised it towards his lips so he could plant a kiss on the back of your hand. “Of course. And I won’t only give you one day, I’ll give you the rest of my life.”

You were glad that his lights were off because you were absolutely sure that you blushed like crazy at the implication of Yeonjun’s words. “Shut up.”

He laughed at you and leaned closer, your lips barely touching. “You’re not mad at me anymore?”

“No…”

A sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he lightly brushed your lips against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you replied.

As if to seal your exchanged words, he locked his lips with yours and the two of you shared your first make-up kiss.

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #8

Yeonjun’s twenty-first birthday celebration. He had come home after not visiting your town for a few months. It was the first time that you were nervous about him coming home because you knew there were a lot of things that needed to be addressed. During the past months you’ve been away from each other, you lacked communication and time together. You weren’t even sure how to interact with Yeonjun. But still, the smile he gave you as you arrived at the celebration his family threw for him was enough to reassure your heart.

You could name a lot of memories between you and your boyfriend which brought you happiness, and you were about to add that day to the memories but alas, it’s as if time just decided to tease you, letting you borrow joy for a quick moment. The whole celebration, you felt confident about your relationship and where you and Yeonjun stood in each other’s lives. But then came the announcement of his Dad.

“Yeonjun has grown into a fine man,” he began. “I’m very proud of my only child and since today is a special one, we want to share with you that he got accepted for a spring program focusing on music and dance in Singapore this coming break.” He paused as if letting everyone absorb what he just said. “On top of that, he also got chosen as one of the cultural exchange students in Japan for one semester.” Applause followed around the room, cheers and hoots of excitement from the guests and you felt bad for not being completely happy with the news.

The spring and exchange programs meant he’d be out of the country for six months. Half a year. Could you both make that work? And more importantly, you kept thinking about how come you had to learn about them that way? Did Yeonjun purposely not tell you or was he just too busy?

Yeonjun walked you home after the celebration and you were silent the whole time. In the past, any silence between the two of you was comfortable, basking in the feeling that you could tell what each other was thinking without words being exchanged. But at that time, it felt as if you were walking the streets with a stranger. You finally broke the silence when you stopped in front of your gate. “Congratulations.”

Your bodies were facing but you weren’t looking at each other. “Y/N,” Yeonjun finally said before reaching for your hand, gingerly enclosing it with his. You could feel he was staring at your face but still felt scared to meet his eyes. Instead, you looked down at your hands, your brows furrowing as you noticed the chip on your newly-manicured left pinky. “Are we okay?”

Maybe it was the way that there was uncertainty in his usually confident voice. Maybe it was the implication of what he asked; a silent acknowledgment of the things you’ve both been trying to ignore for the past months. Whatever the reason was, Yeonjun’s question made you burst into tears. It didn’t help that his fingers were quick to brush them away.

“I don’t know, Jun,” you finally answered after regaining a little bit of composure. “I’m not sure about us right now.” At that moment, you almost spilled everything to him: the fear, doubt, hurt, and longing that you’ve been feeling. But instead, you reached up to your face to wipe the stray tears left. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled you close to him, and the familiar warmth of his arms around you didn’t help in stopping your tears. You felt his lips on your forehead. “To be honest, I’m not sure as well,” Yeonjun confessed and then cupped your face, making sure you were eye to eye as he said the next words. “But this I’m a hundred percent sure of. I love you, Y/N, and I won’t give up on us. Okay?”

You nodded, badly wanting to believe that everything will be okay between you and Yeonjun. “Okay.”

A small smile finally found its way to his lips. He brought your face closer to his, brushed his thumbs against your lips, and leaned down. A kiss. A whisper of promises. With the dark sky littered by stars, it was a moment that you would later try to forget. Your first kiss with Yeonjun that didn’t bring butterflies to your stomach.

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #9

It was at an old friend’s wedding where you met Yeonjun again after several years. It was an unexpected and awkward reunion. The last time you heard back then, he was happy with his job in Japan, working at a dance academy that had sourced him when he was studying there. You remember how, after the exchange program, he only went back to the country to finish his last term in university and shortly after graduating, moved to Japan.

“Hey.” His voice broke you out of your thoughts, making you look at him. Now that he’s in closer proximity, you could properly observe him. He had grown his hair to barely above his shoulder, the black silky strands looking vibrant as ever. His body was well-defined. He looked different and yet the same. Those warm eyes looking at you intently. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

You offered a friendly smile. “Shouldn’t I be the one to ask you that question?”

Yeonjun actually laughed a little and the sound brought a wave of nostalgia to you. “I moved back six months ago.” He rubbed at his nape – a force of habit you knew he had since he was younger. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N. It’s been so long.” He took a sip from his drink and you couldn’t help but stare at his plump lips. You’re reminded of how they felt like against yours.

“Yeah...” You answered distractedly. Upon realizing what you’ve been doing, you quickly cast your eyes somewhere else. “How have you been?”

Yeonjun pursed his lips, contemplating on an answer before settling with a simple, “Great.” His eyes crinkled a little as he smiled at you. “How about you? You look dashing.”

You tried to not put too much meaning on his compliment. “I’m good. I teach kids in fifth grade.”

That made him smile. “As expected of you. You always loved to help others understand lessons they have trouble dealing with.” His words unintentionally brought you back to when you were fifteen years old, trying to explain to Yeonjun a topic for the project you were paired to work on together. That day in the library, when you both had your first kiss.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, setting your glass down on the table. “It was nice seeing you again, Yeonjun.” You hoped he couldn’t hear the hesitancy in your voice and the way your heart was beating loudly in your chest all because of him. It’s been many years since you last saw each other and yet, the moment you first saw him two hours ago, all the longing came back instantly, as if they were always there and were barely contained by a flimsy gate.

“Yeah...” Yeonjun replied awkwardly. He slightly fidgeted in place and it pained you that you could no longer tell what it meant for him. You could no longer read Yeonjun as easily as you were able to before. Still, he made no move to leave you. “Do you want to-”

“Y/N!” An excited voice joined you but immediately faltered once the person realized you were with someone he didn’t know. “Oh, hi.”

You smiled at the guy. “Kai, this is Yeonjun, the one who kept on putting all kinds of bugs and insects inside Beomgyu’s locker up until middle school. Yeonjun, this is Kai. He moved to our town a few years back and is the one responsible for this very event. He’s the one who introduced Beomgyu to his partner.”

The two exchanged greetings. “Oh, you really came! I’ve heard a lot about you!” Kai shared excitedly, making your eyes widen in panic. Realizing his slip up, Kai quickly amended with, “I always tease Beomgyu and he tells me how there’s someone from his childhood who always played a prank on him...”

Whether Yeonjun bought it or not was unknown to you, another reminder of the bitter reality that you no longer knew him as well as you did in the past. Before the three of you could continue your conversation, another friend who hasn’t seen Yeonjun in years called for his attention from a few tables down. He gave you a quick smile before reluctantly going to the said person.

After Yeonjun left, you gave your friend a pointed look and Kai quickly held up his hands in defense. “I’m sorry I slipped up!”

You rolled your eyes before mimicking him. “You really came!” An accusing look was on your face. “Did you know all along that he’s invited to the wedding?”

Like a deer caught in headlights, Kai only gave you a guilty look. “Hear me out, okay? I didn’t tell you because I knew you would be overthinking a lot on the months and weeks leading to this day. You so obviously still have feelings for Yeonjun and I just didn’t want you to... you know... think a lot about him more than you already do on a daily basis.”

“I do not think a lot about him on a daily basis, Kai.”

He scoffed. “You so do.”

You sent him a glare but it was in a friendly nature. Kai became one of your closest friends ever since he helped you get a strawberry milk from one of the vending machines in the school where he also worked as a teacher. He was also the one who tried to set you up on dates with other people, all of which miserably failed, which he attributed to you never getting over Yeonjun, your first love.

“Shut up, I’ve already moved on.” Kai only laughed at that because you both knew that it was far from the truth. He didn’t call you out though and the two of you continued to banter, passing the time, all the while unaware of eyes that kept watching you.

Beomgyu was a friend of yours who always gets back to people who have wronged him and it’s one of the things you oddly liked about him. But alas, you didn’t know the day would come when you would be a pawn in his revenge. Stupid, younger Yeonjun and his locker pranks.

As it turned out, Beomgyu, a dear old mutual friend of you and Yeonjun, oh-so-conveniently overlooked a tiny detail when booking the rooms at the hotel and resort where all the guests of his beach wedding would be staying. The mistake being, you and Yeonjun having to share a room with only one bed.

“This is so cliché,” you groaned out in frustration as you stood inside the room and heard the sound of the door shutting behind you. “Beomgyu is so unbelievable!”

Yeonjun quietly went towards the bed and it wasn’t until he was seated on the soft mattress that he spoke. “That brat.” A small shake of his head before looking to meet your eyes with a slight smile. “He never changed, huh.”

“Yeah.” The way he was looking at you made you feel things and suddenly, frustration was no longer your most dominant emotion at the moment. You cleared your throat, eyes not leaving Yeonjun’s as you carefully said the next words. “But I’m glad he didn’t. It’s comforting to know that despite all the things and people that have changed and slipped away through my fingers, some remained and stayed the same.”

Silence settled in the room but Yeonjun’s gaze didn’t falter. You hated how you couldn’t fathom what the look on his eyes meant. He stood from the bed and walked towards your frozen figure near the door and stopped when there was only a small distance between your bodies. “Y/N.”

“Yeonjun.”

It was a simple exchange of your names and yet, it felt as if there were so many words that were said between the two of you. Thousands of things left unsaid during the past several years when you were out of each other’s lives. Finally, he spoke aloud. “Do you want to talk, Y/N?”

You nodded almost immediately, your heart rioting inside your chest. “But can I ask a question first?”

With a slight tilt of his head to the side, he said, “Okay.”

For a split second, you were tempted to back out and change the question you were about to ask him. But you remembered how you’ve never been truly happy in the romance aspect of your life during the past years and so, with a deep breath, you decided to just go along, knowing your cheeks were flushed pink. “Can you please kiss me?”

His face broke into that handsome smile of his that was all too familiar, eyes turning into small crescents as he closed the short distance between you. It would always be special and you’d be forever grateful to Beomgyu for somehow making it happen.

Your first kiss with Yeonjun, ten years after the break up.

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #10

If someone would ask Yeonjun what his favorite day was, they’d probably expect him to answer with any of the following: the day he got accepted into his dream school, the day the dance academy in Japan offered the contract to him, the day he met the performer who was his role-model, the day he first kissed you. All of which would be wrong.

His favorite day would be the one where his younger self’s dream became a reality: him waiting at the end of an aisle of flowers, you walking down in your white dress and a bouquet of beautiful flowers in your hands.

The girl of his dreams looking as beautiful as always. As beautiful as the day you were annoyed at him for incorrectly grading your test paper. As beautiful as the day he first asked if he could kiss you. As beautiful as the day he first brought you to his room. As beautiful as that night he took you to prom and you spent the half of it complaining about how your feet hurt from wearing heels. As beautiful as the day you said goodbye to him before he went off to university. As beautiful as the day he broke your heart shortly before he flew to Singapore. As beautiful as the day he saw you at Beomgyu’s wedding.

In every single moment, you looked beautiful. Yeonjun couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be given a second chance of loving and being loved by you. And after you exchanged your vows and put the rings on each other’s fingers, he couldn’t help but shed a single tear for what you were about to share.

A core memory for him: your first kiss as husband and wife.

-x-o-x-o-

Kiss #11

One hundred days after your wedding, Yeonjun was surprised when you came to him with an idea. Let’s record all of our important “first kisses”! He laughed a bit and told you that there was only supposed to be one first kiss. But you had insisted and asked (forced) him to think back to all the kisses you have shared and surprisingly enough, the both of you were able to come up with 10 first kisses that defined your relationship.

“Isn’t this cute?” You had asked him as you finished decorating the small scrapbook that you both were working on. “How sweet that it ends with us getting married. Ah, I’m getting all the feels from a romance book!”

He had agreed absentmindedly as his mind was more focused on taking in every single one of your features. The whisker dimples that appear whenever you smile and laugh. Your eyes that he could spend eternity getting lost in. And most importantly, your lips that he couldn’t kiss enough. “So, you finally agree that we stop recording at ten?”

You poked your cheek with your tongue and after a bit of contemplation, gave him a smile. “Yeah. I think it’s best to leave it at that.” You looked so lovely at that moment, and, unable to stop himself, Yeonjun leaned towards you for one sweet kiss.

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Yeonjun closed the book and looked at the woman beside him. She always looked younger than her age and the only indication that she’s approaching her fifties were the streaks of gray hair beginning to peek out from her head. The woman looked at him, confusion written all over her face. “I don’t understand.”

He resisted the urge to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “You don’t understand what?”

“I thought the agreement is to leave it at ten first kisses? Why are there eleven?”

A smile that was a mix of happiness and melancholia made its way to Yeonjun’s lips. “Well, it was supposed to really end at kiss number 10. But something happened that prompted a need for one more kiss to be recorded.”

She tilted her head in question, eyes full of curiosity and urging him to go on. Yeonjun inwardly sighed; this was usually the hardest part. “Y/N, five years ago, we got into an accident and it was pretty bad but between us two, you suffered more.” He watched for any change of expression on her face before continuing. “You suffered a lot, love. Severe global amnesia, you can’t retrieve past memories and you can’t store new ones. For a long time, at least. Your new memories can only last from three days to a week.”

“Oh.”

As usual, Yeonjun waited for the woman to say more but she just stared at the book on his lap, eyes squinted as if she’s waiting for something to happen. Was she waiting for him to break out in laughter and admit it was a cruel joke? However, what she asked next surprised him.

“I still don’t understand why Kiss #11 exists...”

For the first time in a while, Yeonjun let out a genuine laugh. “You see, Y/N, the recorded eleventh kiss in the book is just a placeholder.” He gently cupped her face. “Can I kiss you?”

She blushed, her rose-colored cheeks warming his heart. Still, she managed to let out a small, “Yes.”

And same as that time in the library all those years ago, Yeonjun leaned in to the only person his lips belonged to. “This is our real Kiss #11.” The kiss was gentle, soft but was full of emotions. He smiled at the love of life. “Our first “first kiss”.” The first kiss of many years to come whenever you would wake up not remembering again.

#txt #txt fluff #txt angst #txt hurt comfort #txt kpop #tubatu #txt yeonjun #txt fics #txt scenarios #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun angst #yeonjun hurt comfort

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inkwellbats · 10 days

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CHESLOCK HEADCANONS PART 3 BECAUSE I GOT SENT HOME

Author’s note: basically, if you didn’t read my other posts, I puked last night and also in the morning but didn’t wanna miss school so I just said “fuck it we ball” and went to school, which was fine until P.E. and then I vomited on the floor, nearly went unconscious, and vomited again, and then went to the nurse, and vomited again, so I got picked up by my mom and vomited again and took a 2+ hour nap and now I’m here! (I have no new cheslock gifs help)

He despises gummy candy and probably just throws it at Gregory if anyone gives him any

His singing voice is so pretty but no one hears it alone because choir and he only sings on his balcony then disappears back into his room if he thinks someone heard

Does not care about being insulted but may Sebastian help you if you insult his family/friends

“I CAN’T FIND MY VIOLIN WHO STOLE IT?!?” *sees violin where he put it* “oh”

Contrary to popular belief, he does like reading, and has a mini library at home, most books being on music

Cheslock’s a doodler, he draws all over sheet music and papers and used to get points taken off in school for it

he has snakebites and you won’t change my mind ever

If you’ve ever seen the newer Parent Trap movie, his first piercing went something like the scene in that

“hold still” “I AM!” *pierces ear* *loud screaming*

Also if someone were to call him pretty he’d probably stare at them funny

Cheslock brain x-ray: *pizza time stops* DID THEY JUST? No, no, wait, what, I can’t respond. Oh well. *pizza time resumes*

His favorite flower is a black calla lily :)

If I go with my idea that his family is stable but just chaotic, CHRISTMAS AND STUFF WOULD BE SO FUN AT THEIR HOUSE

Literally him roller blading threateningly around the school: “Deck the halls with gasoline, falalalalalallalalala, light a match and watch it gleam, falalalalalalalala, now the school is burnt to ashes, falalallalalala, aren’t you glad you played with matches, falalalalalalalala”

Based on my family’s christmases, there would be pure chaos.

*christmas tree falls over* *sad violin music*

Sliding down a banister and knocking ornaments off

Someone tried to put ornaments on his hair while he slept (he kept them on)

Okay I’m gonna project here but he doesn’t like pie in general

My dog is making a popping noise

I’m gonna go check on my dog and make part 4 later (what’s the chances he became popcat but dog, popdog)

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji season 4 #cheslock #black butler public school arc #black butler headcanons

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tenebrius-excellium · 7 months

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Httyd books in just a couple words...

Positives:

Entertaining. Creative. VIKINGS. DRAGONS. Swordfights, songs, libraries, challenges, quests, prison breaks, wisdom, arch-enemies. Great themes of love and friendship, endurance, bullying, and false appearances. "Man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." In this case, the reader. The reader knows Hiccup's heart. How unfortunate that the reader can't advocate for him or help his cause!!! Hiccup must figure it out all on his own. Awesome horrors.

Negatives:

Too doomy and gloomy. The wins rarely make up for the losses, the beauty scarcely for everything which is nasty. The atmosphere is mostly depressing. In-universe logic isn't consistent and tends to get bended for the plot.

Overall:

Don't know. I likely won't re-read the books, because I enjoyed the movies and shows more. There were a few captivating creative ideas, and the books explain so wonderfully how the movie!verse came to be. But I have to say that the book!verse isn't among my favorite fictional universes - neither in setting nor in plot.

Favorite characters: One-Eye and Camicazi!!

Least favorite characters: Madguts The Murderous, Gumboil.

Favorite book: Book 4 - How To Cheat A Dragon's Curse. All of it.

Least favorite book: Book 5 - How To Twist A Dragon's Tale because what even was that.

Best scenes: Hiccup stealing the potato, Hiccup on Norbert the Nutjob's ship, Hiccup escaping the Sharkworms in Book 3, the cave behind the waterfall, the Meathead Public Library, pretty much every conversation with Old Wrinkly, Hiccup & Alvin in the underwater sea cave, meeting Excellinor, the prison revolt around the Slavemark, Bertha & Stoick bickering about that one dragon they stole from Madguts I think??, Eggingarde's arc, Hiccup discovering the crown.

Not doing worst scenes...

Favorite creative choices: The potato, THE FIANCES OH MY GOSH, the Romans being part of the universe, nano-dragons, Camicazi, Grimbeard's red herrings.

#httyd books #reddie's liveblog #httyd books fandom

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 1 year

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@wolfanddragon98

Here you go you filthy animal ;) Aemond first. Working on the Thomas one now.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Many people would think Aemond wouldn’t be into aftercare, and they’re probably right if it’s with someone he doesn’t love. But with Adrian, who’s his wife, he’s more softhearted. Afterwards he’d want to hold her, speak softly to her, and kiss and cleanup wherever he left a mess. The only issue is that Adrian doesn’t always let him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Do I even need to say? Okay fine xD Adrian’s legs are Aemond’s favorite body part of hers. He likes how they feel in his hands and when he’s kissing the inside of her thighs before reaching her peach zone. LMAO.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Aemond doesn’t like any to go to waste, so he’d rather always finish inside Adrian. But sometimes he gets too excited when pleasing her and he finishes without even being in her. Happens to the best of us....him a lot more.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dirty secret? Hmm, spoiler. Aemond kept the clothes Adrian originally came in. So that means he has her dress, bra and underwear....yet to be mentioned in the story.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Aemond had limited experience. The only other woman he was with was one he does not like to think about. So he learned how to properly treat his wife through various books. And I'd say he learned quite a lot.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Aemond likes any position where he’s able to face Adrian. So standard missionary, her on top, the G-Whiz (apparently that’s a real one I looked it up. My asexual would never lmao), Ballet Dancer, and the Seashell which looks intense but hey Adrian does yoga so...

Just anything that has Aemond looking at her. Unless of course he’s giving her head, that’s another story.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say he’s more on the serious side when it comes to his lovemaking. Especially the first time they’re together because he’s watching closely to how Adrian’s reacts.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This guy is so well groomed and of course the carpet matches the drapes xD

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I can’t believe I am saying this but....he’s such a romantic. Just with Adrian. He always makes her peak first. And then a second time. And maybe even a third time before he does so himself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This guy stole a photo from her that he found arousing. It’s suffice to say that he does in fact jack off to the thought of her. Which I may or may not include a scene.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink 100%, would’ve had a breastfeeding kink had Adrian stayed long enough, he likes having his hair touched and is upset Adrian doesn’t do it as much. That first time they had sex she had her hands in his hair, whew. Cockwarming is a huge one because he’d want to stay inside Adrian for as long as possible. And just being touched by her in general.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly Aemond prefers the privacy of their chambers. But he’s totally imagined doing her in the library and on the throne.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just...Adrian being Adrian. Really he’s ready to go whenever she is. And he thanks the Gods for those pregnancy hormones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No to degrading, no to humiliating, none of that. He knows she wouldn’t like it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

YES.

Aemond told me to write that. He also told me he loves giving Adrian oral sex and if she ever did it to him he’d be able to die happily.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and Sensual. Aemond knows he has to treat her gently otherwise she could change her mind and he doesn’t want that. Sly fucker. But if she were to ever to tell him to go faster he would in a heartbeat.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Aemond prefers their lovemaking to be as long as possible.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I mean other than him going in her raw? Nah...that’s pretty big risk and one Aemond enjoys taking.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could go on for hours, honestly. But he’d stop once Adrian wants to. He’ll certainly try to make it last though. “Just one more time, please my love?”

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His mouth, hands, and cock is all he needs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Again he can only take teasing too far before Adrian tells him to stop. So he doesn’t do it as much.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He has no problem being loud, and he wants her to be as loud as him. Aemond wants everyone to hear what they’re doing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think Aemond is already wild enough as it is.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s on the leaner side but don't think he doesn’t have any muscles. This guy trains practically everyday. There’s a party going on underneath his clothes...especially his breeches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

After meeting Adrian? His sex drive goes through the castle ceiling.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The first time Adrian and him have sex she falls asleep first because she is so tired. After that it’s mainly Aemond who falls asleep first because Adrian’s self-hatred keeps her up at night. Yup, that’s how I ended this. ANGST.

#my heart my body my soul #adrian nova reyes #aemond targaryen #smut #and hey look there's the angst #hotd modern reader #house of the dragon #oc

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arkhamsrevenge · 2 years

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You took my book.

Batman stole your favorite book and Jason helps you get it back.

“I came here for my book.” I spoke. “Not so you can introduce me to another son.” Bruce blinked, showing no emotion. Jason, the son I was now getting introduced to was leaning against one of the marble walls in a black T-shirt and jeans. His eyes were burning right through me. The weather was muggy and gross as always in Gotham. I was on my way to Starr City when I was alerted that someone had entered my home. One look at the security camera confirmed it. But it was not what I expected. Batman had broken in and stolen my copy of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein. Why? Who knows?

“I thought since you both liked classics you could get to talking.” My eyes flickered to Jason who is just as confused as I am.

“Are you having some kind of mental breakdown?” I asked genuinely concerned.

Bruce let a small smile peak through his scowl. “No. My mental health is not in jeopardy, I sure you.” Jason finally stood up and started to walk away. I thought he was going to leave until,

“I know where he put your book. Come on.” With that he continues walking. I looked back at Bruce who had an odd look on his face. I didn’t push further and followed Jason. He took me into the BIGGEST library I’d ever seen, a house host. The shelves were almost to the ceiling. With paintings and tapestries all over, covering the walls. Golden, GOLDEN, pillars were holding this part of the manor up. Apparently, I stood in the massive wooden polished doorway, with my jaw on the floor a little too long.

“Do you want to get your book back or...?” My eyes fell on Jason, who had a peaceful look on his face. The library must do that for him.

“Yeah...is this place organized by the author's last name?” Jason nodded. “Cool. That makes this a lot easier.” I walked by Jason a little cautiously as he hadn’t taken his eyes off me since I got here. He seemed so guarded. Like I’d attack him at any minute. “Are...you, OK?” I asked. Jason’s eyes lit up in surprise at my question.

“Yeah. Just...get your book so you can go.” I opened my mouth to make a snarky remark but didn’t. I held out my hand as if calling my book and waited. The skin on my hand broke open, showing a glowing red underneath.

“Magic won’t work here.” I retracted my hand, turning it normal, turning to Jason waiting further explanation. “Zatanna's doing. Bruce asked her to. Lots of important documents are in here. Didn’t want...”

I inhaled, “Me to be able to take something. In case we had a falling out again I assume.” Jason nodded.

“Yeah. He didn’t tell me what happened though.” I nodded.

“Wouldn’t have cared if he did.” I said walking to the ‘S’ section. Jason followed a little way behind. Like he purposefully was keeping his distance. “Is there a reason you’re acting like I’m going to burn this place down? Is it because I’m a witch or a bitch?” I tried to ease the tension. At this Jason breathed out a laugh.

“Sorry. Just a little annoyed. Didn’t mean to I was take it out on you.” I waved him off.

“You aren’t just, felt the tension. ‘S’ finally, ‘Sh’ is the next bit...he put it at the very top didn’t he.” I said seeing a book resting on top the giant shelf.

“That he did. I didn’t have the heart to tell you. I can get it if you’d like. You can’t fly up there anyway.” I chuckled. “If only. I’m pretty sure he keeps a tall latter somewhere...there.” I pushed the big silver latter over to the shelf.

“Not to offend you but I still don’t think you’re 4’11 ass is going to be able to reach even with the latter.” Jason joked. At least he’s getting a little more comfortable around me.

“5’2 actually.” I shot back starting to climb. “And stop looking at my ass.” I flashed him a cheeky smile as he rolled his eyes.

“No chance you’re 5’2.” He snickered.

“Wanna consult my medical records?” I said looking down at him. Jason didn’t say anything back, just watched me continue up. Finally, I reached the top of the bookshelf. My book was indeed there. I reached for it, able to grab the corner and inch it over to me. “Screw you. I got it.” I called down to Jason showing him my book now in my hands. He stood there shaking his head. I flipped through it to make sure it was indeed my copy. The notes I’d written on the mergers were all there and the bullet points I wrote on the pathological narcissism of the doctor were still in the back of the book. They were. I was satisfied that this was my copy. I held onto the railing and started to make my way back down, when I heard a metal squeak. The bad kind. I stayed still trying to assess where the damage was. Another squeak rang out, a screw had come loose, the left side of the latter had gone tumbling down and me along with it. Before I knew it, I was falling, fast. Gravity’s a bitch. I finally started to process what was happening about halfway down. This will break my neck...shit and Alfred is gonna be pissed about cleaning up the blood. I waited to hit the ground then. I landed in someone's arms. Jason’s arms. He had a panicked look on his face. My heart pounded in my ears as the adrenaline continued to run through me. My left arm rested around his neck while his right arm supported my back, the other under my legs. Every inch of me felt like it was electrified. After at least 10 minutes of heavy breathing and us just looking at each other I spoke.

“Nice catch.” It came out as a whisper. Jason opened his mouth to respond when Bruce, Tim and Dick came running in.

“Is everyone....” Bruce started before seeing his son holding me. Bridal style. Oh boy.

Dick, always the sarcastic started to snicker with Tim.

“Are we interrupting?” I felt my cheeks turning red, suddenly becoming hyper aware of where Jason’s arms were and how close he was to me. Jason, clearly feeling the same, lowered me down and looked away, trying to hide the pink tint his cheeks were starting to get.

“We’re fine...the latter broke when I was trying to get my book. Jason...caught me.” I explained going to pick up my book. “Bonus points, books not damaged.” I brushed off the dust that accumulated on it from the fall. “I’ll uh...be going now. I gotta meet Barry in Starr City...like two hours ago.” Dick and Tim gestured as if to say, “right this way m’lady” I gave them the middle finger. Looking up Dick burst out laughing at something behind me and Tim held him up from falling to his feet. I turned to see Jason, red as a tomato now. Trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Shut up Dick before I make you.” Jason said trying to sound threatening but ended up making Dick laugh harder.

“I’m-I’m sorry Little Wing bu-but you’re BRIGHT RED! YOU MATCH YOUR HELMET!” Tim then started to laugh along with Dick. I on the other hand had to get going. I rolled my eyes at the laughing Batboys and turned to Bruce.

“Don’t take my shit again...please.” I smiled lightly. Bruce nodded, looking at his sons all wrestling each other now in a big pile. Acting like kids, for once. I saw a ghost of a smile on his face. “Have a nice day, Bruce. And Jason?” I said a bit louder. The boys stopped wrestling for a second. “Thanks.” I smiled genuinely and started to walk away. I turned the corner, seeing Steph propped up against the wall.

“So are you just not going to tell them that Zatanna’s spell doesn’t work on you or did you just want to get closer to the Prince of Gotham?” She said smirking. I smiled not saying a word before rising my hand opening a portal and walking through to Starr City.

#jason peter todd #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood #batfam #jason todd fluff

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wormwoodandhoney · 2 years

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FINALLY FALL BOOKTAG! I stole this from YouTube, and I changed one question for this format. I decided it limit it to books I’ve only read this year to help myself!

In fall, the air is crisp and clear: name a book with a vivid setting Piranesi by Susanna Clarke is about a man named Piranesi who lives in a House that is his entire world. Here is my edit for it. One of my favorite books of the year.

Nature is beautiful, but also dying: name a book that is beautifully written, but also deals with a heavy topic like loss or grief. King and the Dragonflies by Kacen Callender is a middle grade novel about a young boy struggling with the death of his older brother.

Fall is back to school season: share a non-fiction book that taught you something new. We Had a Little Real Estate Problem by Kliph Nesteroff about the history of Native Americans and their relationship with comedy. Learned so much!

In order to keep warm, it’s good to spend some time with the people we love: name a fictional family/household/friend-group that you’d like to be a part of. The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna. My edit for it! One of my favorite books of the year. Listened on audio, will definitely buy a hard copy. Can’t stop dreaming about it!

The colourful leaves are piling up on the ground: show us a pile of fall-colored spines! A fall book on your TBR: I’m going to go in my dark academia era: If We Were Villains by ML Rio and Babel by RF Kuang.

Fall is the perfect time for some storytelling by the fireside: share a book wherein somebody is telling a story. The Woman in the Library by Sulari Gentill, in which a writer is sending her murder mystery draft to a beta reader, who is becoming obsessed with her. (To clarify, 95% of this book is the murder mystery story! The beta reader is just an extra little spice.)

The nights are getting darker: share a dark, creepy read. The Weight of Blood by Tiffany D Jackson is a retelling of Carrie with a Black protagonist, set at a small town’s first integrated prom. If racism is too real-world horror for you, try Slewfoot by Brom (a gorgeously illustrated story of a woman in a Puritan town who befriends a demon) or the Katherine Arden middle grade horror series called Small Spaces (about a group of young friends who battle a monster who comes for them every season).

The days are getting colder: name a short, heartwarming read that could warm up somebody’s cold and rainy day. I mean... it’s Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree. That’s gotta be the answer.

Fall returns every year: name an old favorite that you’d like to return to soon. I’m itching for a Jane Austen revisit...

#book tag #book survey #fall books #books #booklr

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ace-and-ink · 1 month

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it’s february now

but you won’t get to this until long after

it’s cupid’s month, isn’t it?

let me decorate for the occasion

here are some columbines for you

and i’d offer you violets, but i’m afraid

they’ve all wilted by now

and i can’t promise i won’t keep

glancing at the back of her head

not like i am

when my heart doesn’t have something else to beat for

and i was gonna write about how

“there are too many heart cards in the standard deck

because that much love doesn’t go around so easily”

but i thought that was too harsh a line

i wanted this session to start a little nicer than usual

but this is like all the other “sit and spit” sessions

where i start going on about unimportant aching

and you’re gonna think me a desperate fool by the end

and i wouldn’t say you’re wrong

and do i really need what i’m begging you for?

it’s like when you hide under a tree

but the rain ends up hitting you harder

i don’t need a savior i need you to take me home

and that’s another line i stole

from a better poet than me

and a better woman than i’ll ever be

and she reads me so well

even though she has no way too

and isn’t that funny?

being so well-known by a stranger

i’d never have a chance to know back

because you can’t bank on the writing

you can’t trust them to tell the truth

fuck, you don’t even know if i’m begging honestly

and maybe if i was i’d lie to you in-person, too

but it’d be nice if you could think you know me

if we could at least pretend you can

read me like an open book

left open to mark someone’s spot in their story

and their spot in the library

and who knows if they’re coming back for it

god knows i sat there open and waiting

hoping she’d come back for me

will you do me a little better than her?

take off that loud, decorative jacket and

take me home

enjoy me in the quiet

pour over me by lamplight well past your bedtime

and maybe you won’t remember my contents

in a year’s time

but hey, maybe you’ll enjoy me so much

that you can find fun in discovering me all over again

and i’ll gather dust on your bookshelf until then

will i enjoy it? i tell myself i do

just so i don’t have to barter to someone else again

and i’ll tell you it’s all okay

because i’m a liar, remember?

i told you that part already

and you’re gone by now

who sits this long to read a poem?

i made you believe it was a love poem

hook and line

but it’s so obvious my love isn’t conventional

and i need someone to sob to anyhow

so entertain me just this one night

hold me read me

treat me like your favorite thing for one night

so i can move on through this lovers’ day

because my hollowness isn’t your concern tomorrow

and i’d wallow in it anyway

get all clean and pretty

just to dive back into the mud pool

that’s just the cycle of life

when you dedicate yours to love

isn’t it? all hurt and hope

and i’ll let you go now

before i start to sound like hamlet

hold my own skull

and ah, poor yoric,

i knew her well

— hang me by my heartstrings

#fuck the queue i’m posting as i finish them now #the patron saint of asexual poets #poetry #poem #poems #original poems #original poetry #original poem #original writing #creative writing #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #lgbtq poem #lgbtq poetry #lgbtq poet #lgbtq poems

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g-on-ef · 11 months

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@melody-pearl gave me a new idea so get ready for some more Striker adopts Octavia headcanons part 3 ^^

Striker sneaks into Liliths home and steals her spell books.

Okay he didn't sneak in he asked her if he can come to visit her

Lilith missing her son agrees to it and invites him to her house

Striker than asks to borrow some spell books which she happily agrees to thinking he wants to learn how to do spells like her

In all honesty he just wants them so Octavia can study magic and learn more about her powers

Being an imp it's difficult for him to get books from the library or any bookstore so he settles for stealing them

Octavia loves reading whether it's spell books or just plain books she enjoys reading

My own personal head canon Striker is someone who can travel to earth using his own spell {it's a spell his mother taught him and it's the only one he uses the most}

He tends to travel there with Octavia and "buys" her books.

Octavia loves each one and takes really good care of it

Her favorite are fantasy books

Striker makes sure he steals plenty of those

Striker also steals some books that will help her learn more history, science, math, hell he even stole some that revolved around plants.

Striker teaches her what he know and what he doesn't he stays up as late as he could learning it so he can help her as much as he could

When Octavia gets hurt striker takes care of her himself

He knows a lot about medicine and anything involving the body and how to take care of it as well as destroy it

He teaches her how to do stitches, tourniquets, etc.

Octavia is grateful for each lesson

Sometimes striker pretends to get hurt so Octavia can "heal" him.

She's always proud of her job well done and Striker praises her for it.

It makes her happy to hear his praises and it encourages her to learn more

Striker teaches her how to fight

She's a Goeita but she's also associated with him and since not many people know she's a Goeita but know she's his daughter Striker makes sure she knows how to defend herself

He gives her her first gun at the age of 10 for her quinceñera he gives her her first angelic weapon

I head canon Striker made those angelic weapons hence why he has a bunch of them

It's knife and he teaches her how to use it and to be careful with it

He hopes she never uses it but he tells her to keep it with her at all costs

Octavias birthdays are the best

Her dad makes sure that she's having a grand time.

She's more sociable and has some friends

Vortex is her best friend who's always there to help her and listen to her

Long gone were the memories of Stolas and Stella and replaced with happy ones with her dad.

She's not blind to the mistreatment her dad faces.

He tries to shield her from it but she sees it

How people sneer at him, call him names when he's not looking

Hell someone even questioned if he kidnapped her

Technically he did but no one has to know that

She defends him whenever she can

Striker has to intervene and by that kill whoever starts insulting his daughter by calling her degrading names

Striker and Octavia being there for one another whenever they need each other

#striker adopts octavia #helluva boss striker #helluva striker #helluva boss octavia #helluva octavia #head canon #headcaons #lilith magne #lilith is strikers mom #lilith hazbin hotel

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dustwifeold · 2 months

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𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗜'𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥!

ALIAS / NAME : lea 💕

BIRTHDAY : november 15th

ZODIAC SIGN : scorpio

HEIGHT : 5'4 ft but you will rarely catch me at my actual height

HOBBIES : writing mainly, sewing, sculpting, painting ( less so recently ) ; i have a lot of hubris and an even larger graveyard of abandoned projects

FAVORITE COLOR : sage green

FAVORITE BOOK : the singing hills cycle by ng.hi vo

LAST SONG : honey by je.tta

LAST FILM / SHOW : slowly working my way through yellowjack.ets

RECENT READS : just finished the willows by alge.rnon blackwoo.d and i most recently gave up on they came from the water by wendy dalry.mple so i'm in between books until everand stops holding their audio library hostage

STORY BEHIND URL : i stole it from t kin.gfisher's net.tle and bone, which i believe is a spin on the term "midwife". it's kind of a sham because leera's primary development happens after she's completely disconnected from that ( and she was originally positioned to rule the dead, not guide or care for them )

FUN FACT ABOUT ME : i'm horrible at these. i am relatively accomplished in my field and am a leading example in stuff like establishing rapport but that's all pretty boring 😅. i do share proximity with a surprising amount of people in niche parts of the entertainment industry and general nerdy stuff.

TAGGED BY: @valkyrd, @raveneques, & @khrused <3 <3 <3

TAGGING: steal it !

#when i say nerdy stuff i mean like 80s and 90s communities not what's currently popular #ooc.#ty for tagging me <3 <3 #ykw edit : there ARE several children in my county explicitly named after me ??

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quill-n · 1 year

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Hi um! Edgeshot backstory headcanon as fits my personal version of him?!? yeah!!

CW// familial death

He's mixed—Thai on his mother's side, Chinese and Japanese on his father's side

(his grandmother is Chinese and his grandfather is Japanese)

He was born in Thailand and lived there until he was ~9 years old

He moved because his parents and sister, uh. died.

His closest living relative at the time was his grandma, who lived in Japan.

His grandpa had also died (much earlier; of unrelated health causes), so it was just him and Nǎinai </3

She pretty much raised him from then on (along with some help from his cousin, but she mainly just babysat)

Because of. all of that. He speaks a total of three languages: Thai, Mandarin, and Japanese. He also has plenty of influence from all three cultures ✨

ok, moving forward

He was honestly closer with Tsunagu at UA than he was with anyone in his class.

This one's canon, but he trained with Tsunagu pretty regularly. They were pretty close.

Graduated at the top of their class though! <3

Back to Nǎinai— Her house that she had was pretty big, with a whole garden in the back with a koi pond and a small pavilion and everything.

She lived a long time, but sadly passed sometime in Shinya's 20s. He continued to tend to the house and garden in her absence the same way they used to together.

The house had a lot of strong memories for him though, so they moved in with Tsunagu after they got together. He never sold the property or anything. Continues to care for the garden, visits regularly to clean and reminisce.

Tsunagu helps with the plants, too. He's better with the potted/indoor houseplants, while Shin'ya mostly tends to the vegetables.

In my head they are content with their lives like this (we are Ignoring canon, k?)

Uhh now just random miscellaneous headcanons for him I guess??

prefers tea over coffee lol

Left-handed. Idk he has the vibes ig?? This one has been rooted in my brain for a WHILE now (+bonus points to anyone who noticed that in my art already /lh)

Likes to doodle! Will honestly doodle in anything that has margins or available space. notes, paperwork, the undersides of origami paper...

(he/they) but doesn't actually care that much

good?? at math???

TOTAL cat person

There are several stray cats that regularly visit his Nǎinai's garden. He feeds them and cherishes their presence deeply. Has names for ALL of them and actually cried when one of them had kittens

He actively changes the.. I'm not sure what word to use for it. Tone? Depth?... He alters his voice a little bit for his hero persona. His natural speaking voice is actually a lot lighter and not as. raspy.?

He does that because it adds to the ✨charm✨ of his reputation a bit, but it also helps keep him fairly unrecognizable when he's not on duty.

(I totally yoinked that one from the anime; That scene where he said the pizza delivery distraction line? I didn't even realize that he was the one that said it at first, and then I thought about it for a while and just came to this conclusion ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ )

Tsunagu gave him his signature red scarf when they were in their UA years. He doesn't use the original in his hero costume, but he did integrate it into his costume design.

He has heterochromia. I just really like this one.

Needs glasses though (stole that one from Newt <3)

Also has a. fascination. with human anatomy. Could probably list off the scientific names for every body part, if you asked. (also stole that one from Newt <3)

he LOVES stories. Urban legends, myths, folktales, experiences, personal gossip—anything of that sort. Nǎinai told him lots of stories when he was younger. His favorites were the ones about ninjas.

He now has a collection of books that could probably be considered a library, featuring both fiction and historical nonfiction. Most of it he keeps at Nǎinai's house, but he has some relevant stuff in his agency's office.

#edgeshot stans on Tumblr for some reason: HE'S AN ORPHAN #(/lh /j)#all of us looking at him: no parents? /ref /J #tw caps #quillnnotart #bnha #edgeshot #kamihara shinya #edgejeanist

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ismaet · 2 years

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Tf when your enemies kiss for the first time after slapping your ass to the stratosphere with a combination of Fire Glyphs and a cinch of Heron's Bane Anyway guess who got infected with @gamerbearmira's clownery and made an AU despite the 4 or so others I have in pending? It's me! Newly hatched Clown here folks. Basically it's an AU (a really babey one still) where Luz Noceda and Marcy Wu were the childhood friends, discovered Earth's Glyphs either by magical spoilery intervention or just like the Boiling Isles' Glyphs- through a stargazing session, messed around with them and mastered combinations enough that when Marcy gets dragged to Anne and Sasha all the way to Los Angeles at age 10 for her and 11 for Luz, our favorite human witchling managed to make bracelets-rings-necklaces-still can't decide that allows them to connect their mindscapes so they stay in contact via dreams, did that long distance relationship (except they didn't know it yet) thing for those 3 years until their canons came a calling. You can imagine the utter chaos when they both fell asleep in the Boiling Isles and Newtopia for the first time, met each other in their shared mindscape and were instantly like "You got stuck in another dimension too?!!???!!!" Oh and Marcy isn't the instigator for the Music Box here- girl recognized the aura of magic alright and years of experience with Earth Glyphs made her the hesitant one in the trio- at least until she could make sure it's safe. Plus, they just moved to Los Angeles and she has a bestest friend literally connected to her brain via fucking magic, so she won't have any motive anyway. Plus, all those times in the library that Canon Marcy would have spent? That's halfed now- she spends half of the time sleeping to meet, play, practice glyphs with Luz. So how'd they get it? Well, Sasha didn't have a present for Anne (she's the late one here), passed it by, saw how weirdly... weird it is (like Anne! And plus, most fics headcanon Anne having frogs as a favorite animal and I 100% agree) and said fuck it and stole it. She then gave it to Anne, Marcy's magic senses tingled like crazy- but Sasha does a Sasha and peer pressures Anne into opening it before Marcy regains her composure to protest. And with Luz? Well she basically goes to Boiling Isles the same way- too distracted by trying to get the Azura Book Marcy got her with her first allowance (to give it more importance, and also Camila's the one to throw it out not Luz) from Owlbert to recognize the magic her instincts were screaming at her to notice. The entire thing is almost the same as canon- except with Luz a little bit more mature and capable, and Eda being half 'this kid is so sus' and half 'yoooo pog??? A human with magic???' (because I'm pretty sure the reason Boiling Isles Glyphs don't work on Earth is because they're designed to use magic only from the Titan- I'm also pretty sure the dude gave them to Canon Luz. Now, my reason for Earth Glyphs working on the Boiling Isles? Have you seen humans? If we're adaptable, Glyphs made by nature- which we are part of - would also be. At least that's my AU loremaking led me to headcanon into existence anyway). Hmm... am I forgetting anything else???? Oh right. OH MY GOD I JUST WANT MY TWO FAVORITE GIRLS TO BE HAPPY OKAY AND THEY'RE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER I'M FUCKING SOBBING UGHGHGHGHGHGHGH LUMITY IS GREAT AND SO IS MARCANNE BUT SORRY GUYS, FOR ME IT'S GONNA HAVE TO BE MARZ/GREENLIGHT/WIZ (WIT-LUZ HAHAHA) THAT SLEEPOVER SCENE WITH THE THREE AND MARCY'S LITTLE "Oh... you guys fell asleep... again..." WAS THE FINAL STRAW IT WAS SO SAAADDDDD I WAS RESISTING THE BIRTH OF THIS AU SO WELL TOO BUT THAT SCENE INSTANTLY HAD ME BABEY DON'T BE SAD I HAVE A GIRL RIGHT HERE THAT WOULD ABSOLUTELY, GENUINELY, GUSH WITH YOU ABOUT YOUR INTERESTS AND IT'S EVEN CANON COMPLIANT CONSIDERING HER UNIVERSE IS CONNECTED TO YOURS PLEASE DON'T CRY ANYMORE (SOBS) Alright so that's it for this AU- at least until I inevitably spend one (1) hour in the bathroom and come out with fully fleshed out lore.

(The one above is my first drawing HAHAHAHAH THEY HIT ME HARD SO MUCH)

#GreenLight #MarZ #WiZ #Luz Noceda x Marcy Wu #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #amphibia #marcy wu #au #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #luz noceda x marcy wu

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vodid · 1 year

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I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS IF YOU DONT MIND—

How many words do you currently have on your next chapter of Vulnerability? If you’ve started it, of course, life can get rough sometime •~•

What inspired you to make your Vulnerability and The Obsidian King fanfictions? Personal experiences or seeing some other people doing some romantic stuff or maybe another fanfiction?

What’s the best part of writing these two stories? Developing the world, the actual characters, the romance?

What are your current favorite scenes in The Obsidian King fanfiction? Mine is when Prowl requests Jazz at that festival thing to welcome Prowl as king to play a piece that Jazz wrote himself. OH and when Prowl and Jazz stole sweets, that was really cute and adorable and omg I love them so much

Was there anything like really really big that you had to research for your two books that took awhile and maybe frustrated you a bit trying to figure out how to write that one scene or chapter?

Will you ever have a full cover design for your two fanfictions? I find it really interesting and cool when fanfiction writers put a cover at the beginning of their fanfiction as if it’s a real book! Of course if you’re never going to do that, it’s cool, I love all your fanart of them anyways and will just fan over it!

Where do you like to write? Like, in your bedroom, library, coffee shop? I personally like to write in my bedroom, all snuggled up and cozy. Except when I end up getting distracted by something in my room that takes me away from my story for a good 20 minutes or so -~-

LAST QUESTION I have so many, but a few of these are pretty big questions to answer so I’ll just send some more some other time ^-^

How does it feel knowing that people all around the world are reading your fanfictions and connecting with your story? Like, Vulnerability has 316 kudos and 4340 hits, and your Obsidian King fanfiction has 151 kudos and 1959 hits. Like- that’s a lot of people man, so how does that feel knowing you are pretty popular in terms of fanart and fanfiction writing?

WAH HELLO HSDGFHSDFS anon coming in clutch with these questions ok ok oh boy here we go. long ask, long answer \o/

currently, i'm at about 1.4k words. a big portion of that is the beginning/setup of the chapter and the rest is lots of dialogue. the average word count for the chapters seems to land above 6.5k words (ch2 was over 8k!) and since this chapter is probably going to be the most important of the entire fic, it may come out to be way more 🤔 we shall see

the obsidian king was purely because ppl kept getting curious if there was a fic, which made me think about it and it got me writing <3 it's not my proudest piece but i've had fun making it! it's an expansive universe and i'm afraid i may have bitten off more than i could chew and without the right prep, so i've lost a lot of confidence for it unfortunately

vulnerability on the other hand came after i binged the biggest blitzbee fics (such as roe, omtop, showstoppers). i told myself i probably wouldn't end up writing a fic for them but a good scene eventually occurred to me and i went with it. the more i fleshed out the setting, the more i realized how much i wanted to explore the raw concept of their ship that appears in many of their longfics. i wanted to dig into and challenge the typical "enemies in a life-or-death situation they must help each other get out of and end up in a secret relationship until blitzwing leaves the decepticons" — not because i didn't like that dynamic (are you kidding me i ADORE it) but because — copying and pasting an ao3 reply of mine — i wanted to take that and put my own huge spin to it. i wanted their growth to happen willingly and not out of necessity. a test to see, can this ship happen without a dire situation they're stuck in while staying true to their core characterizations? basically, is there a pattern to this ship for a reason or can it realistically work outside of that? it's been very fun :)

favorite thing about writing obkau is just all the idiots in love scenes. had me kicking my feet and smiling like a goof writing all that. the romance may be quick in that fic (speedrun!) but its for the shits n giggles n blushes — and on that note, my favorite scene also has to be the kitchen raid or perhaps the first time they were in the crystal gardens together :)

a lot of the research that's gone into obkau was more so for the au rather than the fic itself. things about crystals and their healing properties, names for ocs, city-states, lore doors to the lore mansion that needed a lore key to unlock, only obtainable through giant rants with my buddy mag until something clicks.

now, vulnerability is The Fic where the past 3 years of practice have been coming together and finally paying off. a lot of that practice was put into jazzprowl fics that unfortunately never made it out of my wips just yet, but they caused the many hours and days i spent studying plots, characterizations, natural and unique character dialogue, hidden details that circle back around... and that brings me to the next question: research! oh man...

i've brought up that i used suna_scribble's writing advice for reference, so i'll skip that part. that research did take me about a full month to look through and apply to my fic's plot, and i continued to develop it as time went on but it didn't particularly frustrate me. it did get tedious at times having to get certain points and details to come together but it was more of a fun challenge if anything. so along with that, in between chapters, i'd spend a couple weeks (legit hours a day straight) researching bpd for blitzwing. mounds and mounds of research. i looked at clinical sites, personal blogs of those with bpd, reddit/quora for outside (albeit very stigmatized but still important) perspectives, and admittedly, i glanced at fanfics to see how it was portrayed there (while still remaining critical of any inaccuracies). it is difficult to write an experience i've never had so figuring out that aspect probably took the most amount of effort to get through — and i'm still working on it! as the fic goes on, i hope for a better and more realistic portrayal of blitzwing's bpd, as it's pretty much become the driving force of the story and his character development

also i'm sure if anyone's been closely following my blog, they'd know i started learning german solely for the fact that i was trying to find a simple german phrase for blitzwing to say in my fic. and i now use my lil studies to sprinkle some more german into blitzwing's dialogue :)

i've thought about covers, mostly for one of the j/p wips i mentioned earlier, but not so much obkau or vulnerability. HOWEVER, i have thought of inserting illustrations into the obsidian king for certain scenes. like in between paragraphs or at the very end of a chapter. i never got around to exploring that more but with vulnerability, it could be a possibility too (i did make that comic but thats not something i'd insert in the fic itself)

i don't have many options for places to write but i've tried a good few spots. where i end up most is in the basement (basically our family room) with a bird video on for my cat. i've had a hard time writing in my bedroom and at places not my house (except back in high school, i would write ALL the time when i had the chance — if i wasn't already busy reading fic) but i once sat outside with my phone when it was drizzling and wrote out a good portion of chapter 1 for vulnerability. never been able to replicate that tho besides once bringing my laptop out on a sunny day. few times, i've done some writing in bed, typically before sleep, but most of it was reading over what i had already written and making small edits since i prefer to use my laptop for writing (felt that about the distraction tho lol guess in a way, it's easier to get distracted on my phone than my laptop)

in all honesty, those numbers pale in comparison to what my art and my old old writing back on ffn (no i am NOT showing you.) garnered (as well as other tf fics), but regardless of that, those are pretty big numbers and it will always feel weird if i think too hard about it. weird in a good way. it's easy to think of kudos and hits as just numbers but those are, in fact, people. individual people who decided to give your work a shot and drop a lil heart on it. out of the millions of things they could have possibly chosen, they chose yours.

call me humble, call me oblivious, but i really am not fully aware of my influence in the fandom. i don't know how i impact others, how many truly know me and like my work, how many find me to be cool or famous in our little corner of the world, how most even perceive me, and i certainly don't know the effects of my writing. i'm just a guy making art of stupid little gays and y'all are hitching a ride

feel free to ask more :)

#vulnerability fic

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boxwinebaddie · 9 months

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stan ky fav books^^

oh my god *bebe stevens vc* eeeeee!~ <3 ok ok ok

kyle definitely says his favorite book is like...war and peace, finnegan's wake or infinite jest.

like he definitely says his favorite book is the most complex, difficult, pretentious, mile long, impossible to decipher relic just to be an asshole and....just to throw people off...

because kyle's favorite book is totally 100% pride and prejudice.

this is just...argue with your mom. this is canon. a jane austen king.

i just know he has a he either stole from the library or got from the second hand store...and it's all worn and battered and as old as the hills and practically falling apart...but kyle looooves that thing. he definitely writes so much in the margins, i imagine takes it into cafes, drinking his matcha latte and eating a little sandwich, listening to the delulu playlist thorugh his handphones softly, ugly glasses, pupils blown.

he knows that 2005 version of p&p up, down, all around, backwards, forwards, in his sleep! it is written in his bones, bro. "you have bewitched me, body and soul," like he knows that whole thing by heart, can quote several parts of that movie verbatim...he watches it so often when he gets sad...believe it or not stop the presses, he does cry.

do i think stan planned some sort of jane austen themed date when he finds out or learn the monologue to propose one day...i don't wanna talk abt it leave me alooooone

anyways! i'm not even gonna say bold of you to assume stan reads...because he totally fucked up the percy jackson series!

i feel like he was like man books are so boring and weird i hate this but i need to read one for class ( maybe like middle school beginning of high school ) and kyle is like...you should read this i think ur gonna like it. and stan is like mmmm idk what the fuck kind of a name is percy jackson, he seems like a tool...and kyle is like...ur name is stan marsh...and hes like damn alright ok fair point that hurt...and kyles like they fight monsters in it and hes like OK SOLD.

gets like...totally obsessed with it, aw!!!!! hes like kyle kyle kyle he has adhd just like me aaaaaaa!!! percy jackson is...just stan like oh my god. dark hair, tan, athletic, so beautiful, loves water, daddy issues, hero boy, savior complex, funny, golden retriever bf, has an obsession w a certain color ( kyle kyle kyle percy jacksons color is ur favorite color!!! ) when stan like obssesively eats kyle broflovski green foods like vegetables smh, so much green clothing, pillow cases...also has kyle pile green eyes ( that made stan really excited shdlksh )

also obsessively shipped percabeth which is hilarious bc annabeth is agressively kyle-coded help ( stan was like wendy!!! but annabeth is like percys best friend literally so...he has a lot to think abt later ) kyle read the whole thing like in three seconds flat and its a lot for stan but hes actually so stoked on it that he stays up so late sometimes reading it and knows more abt it than kyle eventually aw

bitch i just knooooooooooow when annabeth fell down into tartarus stan called kyle like heaving sobbing ugly crying like THIS IS SO EVIL THIS IS SO FUCKED UP I DONT THINK I CAN GO TO SCHOOL TODAY IM SO SAD I WANNA WALLOW THIS IS SO SICK KYLE!!!

often like ok here me out what if randy isnt my real dad ik i look like him whatever maybe its a coincidence what if im a demigod pls

if he met rick riordan in real life he would throw up from nervousness and then pass out from excitement

he also gives me...boy who was obsessed w the outsiders in middle school energy and...unfortunately...catcher in the rye boy energy...

they also def are nerdy af lotr boys ( no stan did not read it, but he fucks heavy w the movie...which fruity ),

( ok speaking of nerdy things that arent necessarily book related they are also star wars star trek boys can stan and kyle communicate in klingon...yes...),

do comic books count ( jk they totally do!!! ) bc stan and kyle regularly have marvel vs dc fights and in pep 2 or m.m. or what have you stan's part time job is working at the record store and kyle's is the comic store next door because...thats edgy boy nerdy boy realness...they time their breaks to swap stories...and chapstick...slay olay <3

#these are the only right answers im so sorry #like so aggressively them thank u for this i love the book asks haha #stan teaching kyle to swim and kyle teaching stan the joy of reading is very special to me #bc they are both things that they were actively terrified of but accomplished w eachothers support #the kyle pride and prejudice one is so real im a jane austen swiftie kyle truther u cannot fight me on this ull lose

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baked-beanbag-chair · 2 years

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Picture Book (Dr. Kondraki & Child!Reader Angst/Fluff)

Hi there! This is part of a collection of oneshots I’m writing on my AO3 under an AU called Project Annie. It’s a bit long to explain and I have a full explanation on my AO3, but basically it’s where the Foundation creates a program where they adopt kids and train them to work for them in the future.

Full Fic: Project Annie

Summary: As the introverted book kid of your class, you’re a bully’s favorite target. But that doesn’t stop you from enjoying your interests.

Notes: Reader is elementary age, around 7 or 8.

The summer sun shined down on the blacktop of the playground, heating it up to temperatures perfect for frying an egg. Despite this, nearly every kid in your grade was running around playing various games during recess. Meanwhile, you just wanted to sit in the shade under the awning of the cafeteria and read one of those Eyewitness books about Van Gogh to learn about how his painting styles. The way he viewed the world amazed you, and the movement of his strokes gave life to the scenes he painted.

A scream across the playground jolted you from your spot, and you looked up to notice that it was just someone trying not to get tagged. Internally, you groaned. You wished you could’ve been in the library, but another class was busy in there and your teachers were worried that you weren’t social enough with your classmates. To be fair, it wasn’t like you hated any of them…or most of them.

In reality, you were most content when everything around you was quiet and you could sit down and read or draw. You weren’t someone who particularly enjoyed running around or climbing with others, but that didn’t mean you hated people. After all, your report cards always came back saying you were excellent with group projects, even if you did take on the majority (if not all) the work in said group projects. Overall, you just preferred to hide away somewhere peaceful and keep yourself busy with something you enjoyed.

“Hey!” And there went any hope of enjoying the book any further. You tried your best to pretend that you didn’t hear Gunnar and his posse. Gunnar was one of your classmates and was notorious for being a bully to anyone and everyone. He talked back to teachers, got into fights, stole whatever he wanted from other kids, the classic schtick. And no matter how many times he got in trouble, he didn’t care. Word was that he was in the program because his father was a well-known member of the Red Right Hand, but others thought it was just talk to make him seem cooler. Either way, he had his sights at becoming an MTF member in the future, and eventually becoming part of that elite team.

“Hey, butthead!” He was standing right in front of you; from your gaze you could see his torn-up, dirtied tennis shoes close to touching your only slightly worn ones. The entire class had just gotten new pairs issued just a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Gunnar, you reasoned. Cautiously, you brought your gaze up to his, noting on the way that the teachers on recess duty were out of view. You were alone, trapped with this bully and two of his goons. Even if they weren’t much bigger than you, you were on your own.

“Why didn’t you answer me?” Your response came almost automatically, sounding extremely unamused.

“My name’s not butthead.” Gunnar rolled his eyes, reaching out a hand covered in mulch and dirt from the playground. You shuddered to think about why and wondered why he didn’t think of cleaning his grubby mitts.

“Whatever, give me the book.” Moving the book behind your back, you stood and stared him down.

“Why would you want it? You told the librarian that you thought reading was dumb.” With a grin, he attempted to hop to your side and reach around to grab it, only for you block him and back up further against a wall.

“It is dumb. I’m gonna use it to make paper planes.” His goons stood on other side of you, blocking your escape. Still, you didn’t want to back down. These books meant something to you, and you weren’t going to let some dumb kid tear them apart just to fly some stupid paper airplanes.

“No, I’m busy reading it. Go somewhere else!” Gunnar’s anger was reaching a fever pitch, as indicated by his face which began to grow redder.

“There aren’t any books anywhere else, so hand it over!” A yelp came from you as he slammed his shoulder into you like some sort of linebacker, hitting you in the stomach and causing you to drop the book. One of the other kids grabbed it as soon as it fell, and you were left to crumple on the ground as the three of them ran away laughing. Tears formed in your eyes as you tried not to throw up. No one came to your aid, none of the teachers had seen it.

It wasn’t until a few minutes of crying and holding your stomach that another one of your classmates noticed and ran over to help. While you weren’t exactly friends, she was always polite and kind and you were happy to reciprocate. She helped you up and began bringing you to one of the teachers. That’s when you heard the distinct rip of paper.

You looked over to see Gunnar and his friends running around, happily tearing pages out of the book and making shoddy paper airplanes with them. Most of them couldn’t even fly, just pathetically crashing into the ground. It was such a waste. A waste…that cost you one of your most favorite things in the world. And they were laughing. They were laughing at you.

A rush of emotions that you had never felt before rose up in your chest. Fury burned through your heart, rivaling the heat on that day. Steam might as well have been shooting out your ears. An anger similar to that of a charging bull ready to impale someone on its horns. And it all broke once Gunnar’s eyes met yours and he said one fatal phrase.

“Got anymore books we could use?” With that, you broke away from your classmate’s grip, making a beeline for the bully. You barely remember the conscious decision that led you to doing this. All you remember was knocking him over and then getting attacked by his friends. All Hell broke loose as the four of you fought, only to be stopped by a teacher running over and dragging you apart. The next thing you remember was staring blankly at the blacktop, your classmates surrounding the four of you with your teacher grabbing your arm to drag your away. You could taste blood on your lips, feel as parts of your face swelled. But all that pain was worth it. Gunnar was crying like a baby, his nose having been broken by you.

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“This isn’t like you. I know you really liked that book, but that was not appropriate behavior.” You nodded, wincing as the teacher lectured you and helped you patch up your injuries.

“I’m sorry…” She finished standing and washing her hands at the classroom sink.

“Don’t say sorry to me. Say sorry to Gunnar. You’re lucky that the break wasn’t that bad.” You curled up in your seat, bringing your knees to your chest,

“He ripped apart my book…” After drying her hands off, your teacher turned back and kneeled in front of you.

“And we can buy a new one. You can’t buy a new nose…okay, well technically you can, but it costs more than a book.” Finally face to face with your teacher, you exploded.

“It’s still not fair for him to get away with it! He gets away with everything! Why doesn’t he just go live with his mom and dad?” She flinched, not used to you being loud, before taking a breath.

“First of all, give yourself a moment to breathe. Remember how we practice that every morning?” Slowly, you breathed in for a few seconds before breathing out, starting to calm down, “Good, now I’m going to tell you something that you can’t tell anyone else. Promise me that you won’t?” She held out her pinkie. You hesitated before holding out your own.

“Promise.”

“Okay, now you need to understand that Gunnar cannot go back to his parents. His father…is no longer with us.” She paused before continuing, “Unfortunately, he was lost on an important mission. His wife, Gunnar’s mother, died shortly after he was born. He’s in this program because he has nowhere else to go. We’re working on these outbursts with him, but incidents like this will only make things worse. So please, next time let us know if he’s doing this.” You thought for a moment before nodding. Part of you was still angry with him for everything, but you couldn’t help but feel just a little guilty.

“Now look, I didn’t want you to miss today’s guest, so I’m letting you off the hook for today. But I need you to be on your best behavior. Deal?” She held out her hand. You took it, shaking it.

“Who’s the guest?” A small, uncomfortable sigh escaped her.

“A researcher named Dr. Kondraki. Um…well you didn’t hear it from me, but class may end early today…”

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“You were serious?” Dr. Bright leaned back in his seat after parking in front of the school, a smug grin on his face. Dr. Kondraki was ready to slap it off his face, but he couldn’t afford to be written up again. Especially not if these were the consequences.

“I hate kids, Jack…I really, really hate them.”

“Why? You got a lot in common with them! You both like bugs, get grumpy when you don’t get your way- “

“Shut up.” Kondraki finally grabbed his bag, getting out of the car and walking toward the entrance of the school with his fellow researcher. He was starting to wish his punishment was being fed to 682 instead of teaching a bunch of brats about his job. It wasn’t his fault a junior researcher got killed in a breach, even if he pushed them in front of 049 in order to distract him and get away…okay, maybe that was his fault. Still, this was probably the worst punishment possible they could’ve given him.

“Hi there, Dr. Kondraki I presume?” A teacher stood in the doorway, allowing the researchers in.

“Unfortunately, where are the little sh-?” Bright interjected.

“He means who are we teaching today?” A glare came from Kondraki before the teacher awkwardly led them down the hall toward your class.

“You’ll be teaching grade 3, class Kappa today. And please,” The teacher glowered back at the scruffy researcher, “Do not use that language in front of the students.” Kondraki gave a silent, uncaring nod while the other researcher nervously laughed.

“Noted! Thanks for showing us where the class is!” She nodded before walking off. Taking a final breath of air as a free man, Kondraki opened the door and walked in quietly with Bright in tow. All the kids immediately started to quiet down, looking toward the large man as he set his bag down on your teacher’s desk. You looked up from your book on Greek myths, immediately darting your eyes back down when his gaze swept the room. He was intimidating, especially to a class of kids who had been taught to respect all researchers who came to teach at the school. Softly, your teacher cleared her throat.

“Class, this is Dr. Kondraki. He’s here to teach you about his work with photographing anti-memetic anomalies and the tools he uses. And this is Dr. Bright, who will be helping him today. Everyone say hello!” On command, everyone, including you at a low volume, said “Hello Dr. Kondraki and Dr. Bright” in a forced tone. He scrunched up his nose quietly, allowing Bright to step in.

“Hey kids! We got a fun little activity for you all to try out!” With that, he held up an older-looking camera that looked like it could be from the 90s. You felt yourself cheering up a little, having read about how the camera was built to develop photos to be printed right after they were taken. Unfortunately, a voice broke you out of that excitement.

“What’s so special about it?” Gunnar piped up from the back of the class with a sneer. The teacher frowned at him, but Bright continued.

“Not just any camera, this is SCP-978, or as we call it- “ He motioned enthusiastically to Kondraki, who replied in a monotone voice.

“The desire camera. It’s a camera that can capture your desires at any given time. Whether they are your deepest wishes, or perhaps just a toy that you saw in a magazine and wanted.” Your eyes immediately widened and you found yourself leaning in closer to get a better look. How could such a simple object do something so fantastic? Where did it come from? How did it work? You wanted- no, you needed to know. The cheerful, ginger researcher continued with a dorky smirk.

“Who wants to go first?” Despite a bunch of hands going up and yours staying firmly by your side, his eyes immediately went to you. Perhaps because you were in the first row, an odd one out because of your quiet nature or your new injuries from earlier that day. Whatever made him pick you, it didn’t matter. You felt your face heating up as he happily nodded to you.

“How about you, kiddo?” Your throat seizing up so you couldn’t protest, you awkwardly stood and moved to have your picture taken. As you stood in front of the desk, you felt as a hand carefully grabbed your shoulder and moved you in front of the whiteboard. Without looking up, you knew it was Kondraki who calmly muttered under his breath.

“Stay in a neutral pose over here, okay? Can’t have anyone else in the shot.” A soft okay came from you as you held your hands in front of you and looked ahead at Bright who held the camera up.

“Smile!” And with a flash that startled you slightly, the picture was taken. You awkwardly stood there a few moments before Kondraki motioned for you to take your seat again, you quickly obeying and rushing back to your seat. Bright strode over to him, handing the developing photo to his fellow researcher. The scruffy man examined the photo a few moments before holding it up for everyone to see. You nearly gasped.

Of course, it was you, but not in the same pose or place. It was you in the library, curled up in a chair and reading a Magic Treehouse book about the rainforest. You seemed relaxed, a cup of your favorite drink and a small plate with your favorite snacks on the table beside you. It looked like how you would normally spend your snack breaks, even though it would get you in trouble sometimes.

“This is what happens when the camera takes your photo.” Kondraki spoke up, “It seems your classmate would rather be alone and reading than in class right now. Can’t say I blame them…” He sounded a little exasperated as he finished his sentence, placing the photo on the desk in front of him. Suddenly a shout came from the back of the class.

“Nerd!” Wincing, you knew exactly who it was. Everyone except you glanced back at Gunnar who grinned and walked to the front of the class, stopping beside your desk. He leaned on it, tilting it and allowing your stuff to fall off it.

“How about you take my photo next? It’ll probably be way cooler.” You couldn’t help what you said next, wishing you had simply said it in your head.

“Like your dead dad?” The room seemed to freeze for a moment, everyone staring at the pair of you in stunned silence. You could feel the wind from Gunnar turning to you, watching as the adults at the front of the room rushed to try and stop him. Then, you got hit in the side of the head, and everything went black.

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“Alright, only one kid unconscious. Not the worst for your first lesson.”

“How many kids get hurt in your lessons?!” You groaned, trying to cover your head and get away from the voices. Your head felt empty and yet so heavy at the same time. Waves of pain hit you again and again. The two researchers in the room with you took notice, quieting down.

“Um, hey kid?” Reluctantly, you opened your eyes to see Bright and Kondraki standing beside the bed you were laying in. Looking around, you realized you were in the nurse’s station. Without warning, Bright waved his hands in front of your face.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” The other researcher pulled him back, moving to sit on the bed beside you.

“Quit it, let them relax.” He changed his attention toward you, causing you to look away like you had in class earlier, “Look, uh, sorry that happened. I dunno what you said, but no one deserves to get hit like that.” You kept your eyes on the blanket draped over you and mumbled.

“Not your fault, I shouldn’t have said that…” He shrugged and patted you awkwardly on the shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter, that other kid’s in a lot of trouble. Had to end the day early. That being said,” He grabbed his bag from earlier and pulled out two items: your photo from earlier and an interesting-looking camera. Your eyes flicked to it, looking over the two items.

“Your teacher wanted me to do a one-on-one lesson with you. And Bright said I technically didn’t serve my full punishment.” A groan escaped him as he was jabbed by the other man in the shoulder. This earned a small laugh from you, which caused an involuntary grin to form on Kondraki’s face.

“Alright, so I’ll show you how I take pictures with this. How does that sound?” You excitedly looked at the camera before nodding to the large man. A hour went by, Kondraki teaching you basic techniques while Bright supervised the pair of you. Eventually, they had to leave and let you rest, leaving you with your photo and a stack of books to read before bed. At the end of it, Kondraki walked out with his fellow researcher toward their car with a thought in his head. His companion noticed this, asking what was on his mind.

“…do you think I could tutor them in the future?” Bright smirked, knowing he had new ammo for jokes toward him.

“Maybe, it’s probably for the better considering it’d be harder to start fights with only one student.”

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