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littlemissclandestine · 27 days

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Please please please, I wanna know how adler and makarov will comfort us, like hcs, I mean, please? I want sweet thing because am very sad

Howdy Anon! 🤠

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry to hear you're not feeling great and hope you feel better soon. Wasn't sure whether you wanted platonic or romantic or whatnot so I just thought of a mix (kinda) i guess. Sending hugs and hope you enjoy! <33

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---------------Russell Adler Comfort Hcs-----------------

So as you know, Adler isn't the type of guy to get all emotional (Feelings? What are feelings?) but there's no doubt he'd try to be there for you as best he can

He sometimes does stay silent. Mostly because he's just trying to figure out what to say and how to say it but it doesn't take too long for him to come up with something

He's a great listener for sure. You can rant to him about anything and he'll make you feel heard. Hell, he could probably even relate to it.

Phone calls to check up on you are a given -> "Right. I'm coming over. Promise me you won't do anything stupid in the meantime? Be there within the hour, okay?"

You might find yourself crying on the couch and he'd sit beside you. He'd probably place a hand on your thigh and give it a light squeeze as he asks you what's wrong

If you refuse to answer, he'll play some slow songs and pull you up and off the couch and into his arms to slow dance because he knows it'll earn a smile from you. He'll brush a stray piece of hair out the way and look into your eyes, telling you he loves you.

If you're really having a meltdown and you're in a right state, he'll pull you into his body, resting his chin on top of your head as he whispers words of encouragement to you, not caring that his favourite shirt is drenched. -> "That's it, just let it out. You're gonna be okay. I'm here, alright? Shhh. I'm not going anywhere."

If you're in public having a panic attack, he'd notice the signs. The way your watery eyes dart all over the place being hypervigilant of your surroundings, the way you cling to him a little more than usual, how you aren't responding to him, how your breathing is quick and you feel all clammy. It's his job to know.

He'd take you to the side and shield you as he talks you down. Maybe even take your hand and lead you to the public toilets, making sure it's clear to freshen up and have some space and privacy. -> "You ever heard of box breathing, kid?"

He'll take you back to his car for a long drive and offer you tissues and strike up a conversation, your favourite songs playing in the background while you steady your breathing

He'd hold your hands in his to ground you if need be and rub your arms and thighs as you sob violently, staying quiet, looking away and closing his eyes briefly as he hears you. He can't bare to see you like that.

Russell would also cup your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs as he asks you to look at him and he calms you down with that low, husky voice of his. -> "You'll get through this, okay? Just like you always do. Only this time, you've got me. So let me take care of you."

He's one to always come up with solutions to your problems, no matter what it is

But he's also brutal. No sugarcoating.

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-------------Vladimir Makarov Comfort Hcs-------------

I feel like, whereas Adler has more of a way with words and is someone who also gives you comfort through touch, Makarov mostly uses a more materialistic approach but that's not to say he doesn't use touch.

He'd ask if you wanted to go out shopping (retail therapy) where he'd spoil you crazy, letting you buy whatever you want. A dress? Sure. A watch? Of course. A diamond necklace? You got it.

Mak would take you on a helicopter ride for sure during the day or even night, letting you take in the sights.

Makarov may offer to take you out for dinner to your favourite place, getting his goons to make the reservation (or threaten someone to give up their reservation and hold the poor receptionist at gunpoint so you can get a table right there and then).

But don't get me wrong...he'd defo watch your comfort movie with you again, no matter how many times you've watched it. You both just cuddling on the couch with a blanket as he plants kisses on your temple.

He'd crouch down in front of you, rubbing your knees as he asks you what's troubling you. -> "What's got you crying my beloved? What do you need from me?"

He's defo a hand holder so he'll rub your hands and draw circles on your palms and intertwine his fingers with yours. -> "It's okay, my love. Breathe. Just breathe."

This guy loves giving forehead kisses and you can't tell me otherwise. His kisses linger and he rests his forehead against yours for sure as he talks you down.

As you two sleep, he'd be the big spoon, wrapping his arms around your body, keeping you close while he whispers words of praise and how you don't have to worry as he'll always take care of you.

If it's someone who's causing you problems, Makarov goes pew pew and calls it a day.

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Note: I was a bit biased when it came to Adler. Whoops. Hope that's okay for now. I might edit this post and add some more when I can. Defo doing a part 2 to Adler's comfort hcs. This was a nice little exercise though. Always a pleasure to write for COD men ;) - Star ☆

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arashrita · 8 months

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Hello I really love your writing and your blog. I believe we are mutuals lol. I noticed your requests are open. This is my first time requesting lol. Can you please write about the house wardens getting jealous? Thank you 🙏

A/N: Hey! Hope you are doing well! Yep, we are mutuals and I love spamming your posts haha. Thank you for requesting. Enjoy and have a good day/afternoon/night! 💜💜

HC: He is Jealous

The Fire of Envy

Why are you so fond of some other person, when he is right here? (Y/N), look at him, come on! He feels something in his heart, the fire on envy.

Or, the headcanon where the housewrdens are jealous, because their beloved prefect isn't giving them enough attention.

Housewardens

Riddle: He is scandalized by his own feelings. How can he think in such a way?! Is he a child? Still, the poor guy can't help but feel envious. You are giving attention to everyone but him. How cruel of you! You are always with Ace and Deuce, you help out Trey and even Cater snatches you away at times. But, what about him?

When he gets a chance to talk to you, he just kinda drags you away from everyone and of course nobody has enough guts to stop him.

"Riddle?"

"(Y/N), can't you spend some time with me? Just me and you, alone."

His face was almost matching his hair colour. You couldn't help but giggle. Riddle looked extremely cute. That day you learned that the cause of Riddle's jealousy is you!

Leona: This smug lion is extremely jealous. Why is his adorable herbivore isn't giving him attention? You are friends with Jack. Heck, even Ruggie gets more attention from you than him! That's just so unfair!

Next day, he corners you when you were going to your first class. Fine, herbivore if you won't give him attention then he will have it this way. You squeaked in surprise and his smirk widened.

"Leona, what are you—?!

He didn't let you finish and slammed his lips on yours. Oh well, you have no choice but to give in, huh?

Azul: He is aloof just like any other time. Dosen't show he is jealous even though the twins are always around you for some reason. However, his calm facade is deceiving, so don't be surprised when he slams a contract on your desk outta nowhere.

"Angelfish, I have something for you."

Obviously, the contract is weird. You can never understand how the heck his brain works.

"Really? Azul? I thought we were past this?"

"But, I'm guessing you are still doing it?"

"You bet."

"If you fail, then, you have to go on a date with me. Just like the contract says."

What a weird way of asking someone out.

"Oh, so, fail a bet, go on a date~" Floyd laughs as Azul's face goes redder than a tomato.

Kalim: Straight up admits that he wants your attention, because, he is jealous. He is ready to do anything as long as you spend time with him. He will keep whining to Jamil if you think he is not serious. Well, cause, let's face it, he clings to you whenever he can. Then, how the hell you didn't give him attention? Well, logic won't work with him when it comes to you so just give in and let this sunshine spoil you. He loves you and he is not ashamed to show it.

By the way, can you even say no to Kalim? I'm pretty sure you can't, my dear.

Vil: Let's face it, Vil is a little shit when he is jealous. He hates how Rook and Epel are always sticking to you. For the sake of the great sevens! Isn't he the one who is supposed to do that?

Vil was ready to drag you away.

"Slow down, roi de poison, mon trickster is supposed to hang out with us today!"

"Nope, not happening today."

Vil didn't listen to Rook's protest and dragged you away from the spot.

"Vil, what was that for?"

"You don't give me attention."

"Huh?"

"Do I really have to repeat myself?"

"Oh, is the Vil Schoenheit jealous?~"

"Shut up, (Y/N)."

His blushing face said otherwise, by the way.

Idia: This guy will never admit that he is jealous. He dosen't have the guts to ask you to spend more time with him. So, he does what he does the best aka staying holed up in his room with games and animes. He desperately wants you beside him, but, he just won't say it. In the end he just ends up rambling to Ortho about how a cool person like you can never like him.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes, Ortho?'

"Can you please give my brother more attention, He is jealous and he won't admit it."

Ortho says, when you visit Idia next time.

Idia's face and hair both started flaming and for a moment you thought he is going to have a heart attack. Good luck with him, sweetheart.

Malleus: Your dear dragon is so jealous and a jealous dragon is a petty dragon. Another one who won't outright admit that he is jealous. But man is so obvious. Sebek is kinda afraid to go near his young master when he is being like this. Silver sleeps it off like he always does and Lilia mutters something about 'young love' and 'stupid new generation.' People barely approach you nowadays and all that ruckus is because you dragon prince can't keep his jealousy in check.

"Malleus Draconia!"

He leans in really close. "Yes, my dear child of man?"

"Malleus, sweetie, you are invading my personal bubble."

He pouts and mumbles something under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Child of man, am I that boring that you don't give me your attention anymore?"

"Awww, are you jealous?"

"What if I am?"

What can you say after that? You had to shower him with hugs and kisses. Hopefully, people can finally approach you again.

@twistedrus

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ratsoh-writes · 2 months

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(Hmmmm.... because you insisted I send in a matchup, here you go. Have fun, lol! Also.. just so you're awareI don't really mind if it's platonic or not, I just want to see what you come up with.)

The Basics:

Height: 5"8

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Demisexual

Soul Trait: Kindness

Personality Type: Introvert

Love Languages: (Giving) Words of Affirmation (Receiving) Quality Time

Enjoys:

I like reading, video games, watching anything animated, and deep diving into fandoms. I adore animals of all types, so I need someone who is willing to at least tolerate pets. (Bonus if they enjoy them as much as me). This extends to the typical cats/dogs, to more "exotic/uncommon" animals like reptiles.

Dislikes:

The horror genre... just in general. (So no scary movies for me).

And spiders...

Personality:

I've got some social anxiety, so I'm easily flustered and have difficulty speaking to strangers. But once I know you I can be talkative... especially if you have the same interests as me. I'm always willing to help out a friend if they ask me, and I'm loyal to a fault. At least half of the stuff I do will probably be said or done in an overly sarcastic/dramatic way mostly because that's my sense of humor. You'll also catch me talking to myself a lot. No reason why. I guess it helps me sort out my thoughts... either that or I'm daydreaming and talking/acting it out.

Pet-Peeves:

People who don't take care of their things. Like, if you ask to borrow something, I expect you to return it in the same condition. But why wouldn't you do the same thing with your own stuff? Don't you want it to last?

People who shoot down others for enjoying something. It doesn't matter if I'm interested in the thing personally or not, if it makes someone happy I will listen to them talk about it. So it bugs me to see people tear someone else down when they just want to enjoy something.

People who ask for my opinion on something, and then blatantly ignore it. Why did you ask if you didn't want to know?

I don't mind messy people, but I prefer to keep my personal space clean and organized... so just repect that please. Don't go mess it up for no reason.

Hmmm you could work with a lot of the skellys so I had a ton of choices to choose from. After a bit of back and forth, I match you with…. FINN! Seaswap sans!

Finn is a total cutie patootie, a true sweetheart, just an all around good guy. He’s easy to talk to, friendly with every one and totally non-judgemental. Finn is great for someone a tad eccentric as he isn’t bothered at all. In fact he loves that they stay true to themselves! After all every one is a big nerd about something. Your thing is reptiles, his is collecting and coming up with scout badges. In fact.. can he borrow a snake for his scouts reptile handling badge? Don’t worry, your little baby will come pack perfectly fine, if a tad spoiled for the day lol.

Finn is a great listener. He remembers whatever his SO tells him, whether that’s tasks they need done, or just details about their wants and likes. He wants to understand his partner so he puts extra effort into keeping his metaphorical ears open.

While Finn is more of the sporty type, he does have experience with video games thanks to his brother. He doesn’t play on his own but is always down to play in groups or with a friend. He’s surprisingly good at shooters, even if he apologizes every time he kills someone lol.

One downside about finn is he’s 100% a people pleaser, and sometimes will reluctantly agree to things he really shouldn’t do. So he needs a partner who’s willing to put their foot down whenever someone is trying to take advantage of him.

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nasuversekinkmeme · 5 months

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Weekly Roundup: Prompts

FSN

Luvia Edelfelt/Emiya Shiro For some reason Luvia is one of the only women in fate Shiro isn't shipped with. I will fix this by force if necessary, but would rather just do this. threesomes are acceptable.

FGO

Penthesilea "I will literally murder you if you call me pretty" x Medb "I am horny for everyone that is heroic" I think they'd make a weird but cute couple

anyone done sakamoto ryouma / possessed ryouma? the idea haunts me. evil ryouma's hot. sfw or as nsfw as you like, i'm not picky, but it's nsfw in my heart.

smut, Caenis pounds Altera into the bed

Oryou and Ryoma are called Fujimaru parents while out. Oryou takes the rolled very seriously whiles Ryoma just laugh it off. But when Fujimaru asked them to be his parents both agree to do so right of the bat.

Izcalli and Tlaloc having straight yuri energy, maybe reminiscing their time back when he was king and the garden he loved. I just want more melancholic and nostalgic servant interactions. This can be romantic or not it is up to you.

I want Jinako to let slip one day the her parents died when she was young (we can assume it’s understood that she means “her” parents and not Ganesha’s parents) and Salieri hears this and just goes “Alright, guess I’m your new father now.” And she think he’s joking but he absolutely is not, she is his daughter now and that is final. Salieri was a father when he was alive, and he wrote about how much he loved his kids, so I just think it could be nice for Jinako to have a loving and supportive father figure. Also they both really like sweet things, and it’d be nice to see them bonding over it, especially since Salieri probably wouldn’t be judgey about Jinako having sweets. He can platonically co-parent with Parvati, Durga, and Kali

smut, Izo is allowed into Ryouma and Oryou’s relationship, as their cuck. And watches them have sex.

smut, After Takasugi is followed following the events of Guda6, he makes good on his dying wish to hook up with Okuni. She graciously accepts and the two fuck nasty. The flirtier and more intense things get before the bedroom the better. That's all.

Just finished lb4, can I get some Ganesha being unable to return to her shut-in lifestyle bc of the thousands of years she spent alone, and (character of your choice) helps make sure she knows she's not alone anymore?

"Wait, what do you [servant couple of writers choice] aren't married?" Cue all of chaldea arranging a wacky but personal wedding ceremony

smut, Castoria is Excalibur, right? Ergo, I want to see someone polish her (because she's literally a sword) (gone wrong) (gone sexual) (gone right)

Martha tells the Christians of Chaldea, along with anyone willing to listen, what sort of wacky shenanigans Jesus got up to. Apparently, one such thing was Jesus being so good at being a carpenter that anything he worked on could be considered an angel of heaven because of how well done the job was and not because he was the Son of God.

Izou gets some tender love and care and appreciation

smut, man idk i just want izo and oryou to spoil ryouma and give him a wildly fun and hot and tender night that leaves his face hurting from smiling, his ass hurting from taking them both, and everywhere else hurting from bites. man works so damn hard Please he needs a break and a nice fuck. also oryou and izo bonding over their love for this man is always 👌

smut, Any one/robin hood, but mlm is preferred! Robin with a praise and humiliation kink being showered with love and praise. I'd love to see his low self image and self defeating attitude be bludgeoned with love. ☺️❤️

Guda and Castoria kiss for the first time. It would be a great, intimate moment... except they quickly discover that Castoria has a barbed tongue like a cat. It doesn't have to be a dealbreaker, but I do want the fic to have an emphasis on how different (and slightly painful) that tongue feels compared to a normal one.

smut, All the artoria variants (except for lily ofc) have an orgy, bc that girl deserves some self love

CROSSOVER

Izo talks about stabbing a british guy who had a blue policebox with him and being scared off when he started shooting fire out of his arms and head as everyone listens on in horror as they realize that not only did he nearly permanently kill The Doctor from Doctor Who, but also that apparently The Doctor is a real person and was nearly killed by Izo of all people.

ANY

A perhaps annoying patron asks one half of a romantic couple (doesn't matter which canon or even if its canon) for a good time. What leaves after can no longer be identified

The backlog of unfilled prompts, framed like pets in an adoption center.

#weekly roundup

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enaelyork · 1 year

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BLUE - A Thrawn x F!Oc (reader) Fanfic [Part 3 - Game]

Agent E. Tarkin X Grand Admiral Thrawn

[+18 ONLY]

A lot of TW English is not my native speak

Chap prompt :

It's time to play a game with the Grand Admiral. But Thrawn always win.

For the first post click here

3. Thrawn

— I sincerely apologize for all this mess, this kind of thing does not happen frequently here, I guarantee it. Damn, what's gotten into them?

Tarkin

I barely listen to Yularen's apologies, deep in thought. Obviously. Her resemblance to the moff struck me the moment I saw her. And the residue of doubt that remained had been swept away later that evening, when she delivered her chaotic speech to the attention of the bride to the wrath of her father and boyfriend.

Her boyfriend who has just left the room with his tail between his legs, his eyes full of resentment, curiously filling my being with a delicious satisfaction. Either that or I would rip his grades off him, there were way too many for my liking for such a crass character.

—Grand Admiral? Can we pick up where we left off?

—I will, but before that, I would like to discuss the Tarkin daughter.

Yularen raises his bushy eyebrows and I guess behind his generous mustache that he would be ready to talk to me about any other subject than that.

—The bride ?

— No, Colonel. The other. Don't pretend to misunderstand.

The other who is just staring at me like an animal about to leap through the window overlooking the outside courtyard. The future recruits of the ISB are agitated around her and if they want to make a mistake without being detected, it is the opportune moment to take advantage of the situation.

What's worse is that I'm just as absorbed as she is in this mutual contemplation.

—There is nothing more to say than what you have seen, Grand Admiral. She shines with her rather sulphurous temperament.

Sulphurous, that's a very ironic word to describe the coldness of the look she gives me.

—I noticed. I struggle to keep my lips from sketching a carnivorous smile, rehashing the prank from earlier. I admit I enjoyed the way she advanced her pawns as a most inventive military tactic. Pushing your opponent to confess his wrongs rather than accusing him always puts us in a situation of strength and Tarkin understands this.

—And what about her other assignments?

There are questions not to ask and I have always been particularly adept at doing so despite everything. My own experience within the academy has revealed this skill. Yularen freezes, sits next to me, puts his hands on the table, and stares at me as if I've just revealed my rebel allegiance to him.

—There is nothing to say about it.

—Oh, please. It would be a crime to spoil such a sulphurous character.

My caustic smile wipes his suspicious gaze. I can easily guess that the Tarkin case is a taboo subject for the director of the ISB, which confirms my suspicions: she is not only here to teach the soldiers how to shoot. She is stubborn and probably out of control, but if Yularen keeps her so close to him it is because she has skills far beyond what she shows.

—Are you there for her?" There is a hint of accusation in his remarks. I lean against the back of my chair, tying my fingers together smugly, trying not to show my acting too quickly.

— No, Colonel. I'm here to talk about StarStorm Agent and the Phantom Unit.

He sniffles loudly. Hoping his annoyance dissuades me from broaching his subjects as well.

—How did you know of its existence?

Obviously, the colonel is upset to learn that he is not the only one who knows everything.

—I made great use of the data transmitted by Agent StarStorm in my last hunt for smugglers. His help was decisive in intercepting the fugitive in question, I would like to thank him.

And engage it too. But I'm not sure Yularen would give me such a valuable unit so easily. Yet I have good reason to believe that Agent StarStorm and I share a common goal, and not just when it comes to smuggling. A common objective to flush out in the darkest corners of our prestigious empire.

— The Phantom Unit never shows up with its face uncovered.

— I agree. What could be more normal for the galaxy's most hated unit ? Hidden behind pseudonyms, they can act as they see fit both outside and within our ranks. The empire monitored from within by his fellows, up to the highest of the hierarchy, a Machiavellian idea, particularly ingenious, even formidable.

And definitly very useful.

—I wish I could leverage your leverage to have a talk with the agent.

—His mission on Coruscant is taking up all of his time, Admiral, and I'm not sure he'd be willing to meet you. I nod wordlessly, a weary smile forming on my lips.

— Was it your idea?

I watch him hesitate for a moment before getting up and turning on his heels to approach the bay window in front of us. Gathering his hands behind his back, Yularen heaves a resigned sigh.

—I would like to pretend, but the creation of this unit is not my responsibility.

— Who ? My gaze meets his through the bay window, on the brunette figure of the instructor who stares thoughtfully into space before being overtaken by the uniform of an admiral. The man draws her to him by catching her by the hand, dragging her in his wake after having whispered a few words in her ear. Yularen will not answer this question, nor any questions about unity. The debate is closed.

—Then, as a consolation, may I speak with Agent Tarkin?

His reaction is so abrupt that he almost falls backwards.

—Speak with Tarkin? For what ? There is no connection between her and the Phantom unit.

— Funny that you make this connection, it was not my intention to link these two subjects, but since we are there.

Hit hard, Yularen adjusts the collar of his uniform and knowingly avoids my gaze. It will be difficult for him to dodge the traps I set for him, but he brushes my remark aside.

—I know where you're coming from, Thrawn, but I assure you that Agent Tarkin is not involved in this. She is part of the ISB and is nothing more than an agent at my service.

No. It's more than that, at least in his eyes. I guess there is much more than a professional relationship between them. Would he have become attached to the Moff's daughter to the point of considering her his own? In this case, I will have to redouble my efforts and intelligence to achieve my goals.

— Well, it is as a simple agent of the ISB that I wish to use his services. You know that I am currently involved in a most curious smuggling case and that the danger does not only weigh on the planets of the surrounding systems. They are also striking on Coruscant and it is only a matter of time before the plague spreads through the heart of the empire. It's a complex business that requires determined temperaments and from what little I've seen, Tarkin is the perfect candidate.

We sound each other in silence for only a few seconds, this tiny lapse of time when Yularen sweats worry and doubt. He's probably wondering if he's ready to throw his little protect to the Seventh Fleet and the ruthless world the Emperor has sent me to subdue.

—You seem worried for her.

—She's one of my best agent. He pauses, takes a deep breath and continues. And above all, I forbid you to tell her. It is already not easy to keep this crazy horse in the ranks, it should not be encouraged by a bit of confidence.

—It will be our little secret. I will see to her safety if that can convince you to leave her to me.

—It's not me you'll have to convince, but her.

A nervous chuckle escapes me and my legs cross under the desk.

—If I can meet her now, I can be convincing.

Yularen then laughs with a thunderous laugh that makes the walls shake, placing a warm hand on my shoulder before presenting himself in front of the door.

—To meet her ? Ha! Grand Admiral, we don't meet Eléanore Tarkin, we confront her!

***

When she joins me in the office, closely followed by Yularen, something changes in her expression, a detail that upsets her earlier confidence.

Would I have upset her?

Her cold eyes meet mine. Tarkin has nothing to envy to her father's coldness or severity. These emaciated features make her particularly hard, emphasizing the angular edges of her jawline. Her hair brushing the birth of her neck undulates in a mixture of brown and ash which makes her whole attitude more dark.

What a curious person.

It often happens that I remain contemplative in the face of pretty things. Art in all its forms is a field that takes many unexpected turns and I am particularly sensitive to it. There is nothing better than contemplating art to realize the relativity of things and our sensitivity and that is what I think of when observing it. Tarkin is far from the image of the many masterpieces that I have come across in my life and would not win the unanimity of a jury, but she remains fascinating nonetheless.

When Yularen officially introduces us, I reach out my hand in her direction and only receive a motionless wall whose ocean orbs deviate towards my invitation, throwing all the contempt they can contain at her.

— What do you want ? She settles in without further ado, her fingers praying on the edge of the table, no doubt hoping that this interview will not drag on. I fully appreciate the ink that covers her hands, as long as the drawings slip under the fabric of her sleeves. At the same time, Yularen gives me a jaded look.

—Don't pay attention. It's a typical bullying tactic on his part.

— Have no fear, I notice her parades.

—Believe me, no one here is worth showing off.

Exasperated, she looks at me as if the uniform I'm wearing was a vulgar servant's outfit. Arrogance is definitely a family trait.

—Your genetic heritage betrays you, Tarkin.

—If you know my family reputation, you better cut it short, I am the least patient of all.

—Tarkin. Yularen gasps at the end of his tether. Can you…

—Tututu is between the big all-blue guy and me, okay? You are just there for form.

The big all blue? I almost want to laugh, outraged by such insolence towards me and Yularen.

—He's your boss.

— That remains to be seen. Everything will depend on what you have to say to me and on the trap you are trying to set for me, both.

She laughs at us. That's what Yularen's eyes looking up at the ceiling and his loud breathing are trying to tell me. If she continues like this, she will have the death of this old man on her conscience much faster than she imagines.

I show him my datapad with the content I want to submit.

—As you know, the Seventh Fleet is currently operating in Lothal.

—I don't go to Lothal anymore. Arindha Pryce and I are not friends. No wonder when you know them both. Pryce is probably the antithesis of this cheeky.

—But you work on Coruscant.

— ICourse. 'There's a dubious affair at the moment that I want to get to the bottom of and which seems to be linked to the smuggling of contraband on Lothal. I nod dismissively at the datapad. Everything is there. Data concerning an organization – pirate or rebel – which brings together individuals from all over the galaxy. The correlation with strange disappearances within our own troops not being to be left to chance, I add this detail to the presentation already present in the file.

—Agent StarStorm has also found that pirate frequencies are rampant on the holovid networks and they are likely communicating through them. As to whether...

—I'm not sure to understand. If the StarStorm agent is on the spot, there is no point in rounding up the whole ISB.

She looks at me, her eyes half-closed, the suspicious expression that takes shape on her delicate features tells me that she is not fooled. We are indeed not here to discuss only this matter.

— I'm not talking about the whole ISB, but just about you and…

—No. I will not join the Seventh Fleet to settle your petty stories of bribery and piracy. Let the Phantom unit take care of that. I have things to do here, and I'm getting married in a month.

That's when I really notice the ring around her finger. This reality takes on a different consistency and reminds me of her closeness to Admiral Spencer. So he's not just her boyfriend?

—I suppose I should congratulate you?

A brief purse of the lip betrays his annoyance.

—Or be quiet if you like, I don’t care.

—You should consider my proposal.

—I thought about it for more than a minute, it's enough to refuse, even if you gave me the order.

—I will do more than that…

From inside my jacket, I pull out a piece of paper folded in four and lay it on the table. Yularen immediately understands that bringing Tarkin back with me has always been the main objective of my visit and no doubt scrolls through his mind a multitude of options to put me to death. As for Tarkin, she remains impassive before grabbing the paper and gently unfolding it. The impact is approaching and I relish it in advance, watching her blue eyes circled in a shade of lagoon green congeal with fear and her cheeks turn a forbidden red.

—A requisition?

—Nice reading, Tarkin. -

—You are completely insane!

—I'm a Grand Admiral, have some respect.

Her distress is almost funny and I struggle not to taunt her with a triumphant smile. I sincerely thought I had won the battle by presenting her with a requisition that no soldier could have countered. But I forgot that Tarkin was not afraid of dying and that she was particularly fond of teasing the hierarchy.

Fueled by her aggressiveness and a certain madness, she applied herself to shredding every bit of the sheet without taking her eyes off me. A kind of fierce confrontation that none of us really wanted to get out of.

—You can't apply a requisition that doesn't exist, can you?

— One way or another, it's.

And she doesn't answer, contenting herself with blowing in my face the scraps of paper she was holding in her hands under Yularen's mad gaze. Impassive, I blink taunting her without expressing the slightest emotion about her.

It's time for Lieutenant Tarkin to find out who's in charge here and I intend to be the one to bring her down.

—Sorry you took it like that, Lieutenant. It seemed to me that I had done you a favour.

— A favor ? She repeats in a voice tinged with surprise and angst. The only favor you could do me is to leave me alone, Grand Admiral.

—I have a recruit to assess. It would be very upsetting if I could not do so due to an unfortunate setback.

I love seeing that gleam of rage in the back of her eyes, it's like she's silently insulting me. We are going to make a hell of a team, together, there's no doubt.

—It's not the norm to blackmail things you agree to beforehand

—It's just a matter of perspective. I see that as more of a negotiation. —Then you are a very bad politician.

—I am a soldier, not a politician.

And she is silent, not knowing what to answer and I would have to gain an additional rank for having managed to silence her.

— Rule number 1: I always win. No matter how long it must take me.

Nothing but her exists in this room. Her and the angry look she gives me, the distinguished way of bringing her fingers in front of her thin lips, the disdainful fluttering of her eyelashes when she looks away from her superior. Yularen fumes, huffs loudly, and probably tries to find a way to keep me away from her charge, but it's too late.

The games are already done.

— Good. I imagine that I would be quite disloyal in going back on this tacit agreement. She hisses bitterly. But I intend to come back here in a month.

—I suppose I can grant you that permission.

—And I would also like something else…

Tarkin hasn't said her last word, she hums her last remark like a fatal melody and my neck cracks under the tension that settles there.

— I find you very hard, but go ahead.

—I want someone to come with me. We'll have our work cut out if what's on your datapad is correct.

The colonel's eyes widen in surprise, and he nods his head, urging me to accept.

—And who would you like to take in your suitcases?

— Archibald Lewis.

Lewis, the man I'm supposed to assess in less than two hours. The success of which will depend on my judgment and from which Tarkin's departure will then follow.

Checkmate.

—Rule number two, Grand Admiral Thrawn, I am a Tarkin, and within me flows a poison far more dangerous than your military intelligence: Trickery.

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sasayego · 5 months

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Hello! Not to sure if you’re still doing batfam match-ups, but if I could get one that’d be great, please and thanks!

I’m around 5’2, female and a filipino, so we’re tiny, we’re tan, and we’re pretty loud 💀

I’m a very… Mischievous I guess? I have cute aggression, I like to prank, joke around, jostle with others, very touchy.. childish at sometimes too! But yk I can be serious when needs be.

lately, I really enjoy crafting things! (Legos, those book nook things, keychains and earrings, yada-yada) Other hobbies I have are cooking, reading, drawing, playing video games and idk if it’s considered a hobby, but I really enjoy cleaning!

as I mentioned earlier, even though I try for an inside voice, I’m just naturally loud as is. From my laugh to my everyday voice in general, you’ll know I’m around 💀 (but in contrast the sound of my footsteps are non-existent to this planet)

something I’m lowkey insecure abt is the rashes I have on my skin. I have hyper-sensitive skin, so you could very well trace your name on with your nail or a pencil and it’ll appear all swollen red on me for the next 30 minutes. (Fun and not fun)

being Filipino but growing up elsewhere, I tend to forget not everyone speaks my dialect so I’ll have a full-blown sentence in Filipino and the listener will go “what 😐” or “good lord she’s at it again-“

additionally! I really like Filipino terms of endearment! Sinta (which is close to darling), Palangga (my love) and all that. Same goes for cussing-

was this too much? I hope it wasn’t too much- thank you for this!!! I was literally so happy to see a batfam match-up hehe. Hope you’re staying safe and have a nice day! ♡

DAMIAN WAYNE

he will hate you at first, make no doubt about that. "grayson, why is she so annoying?" and it's just dick smirking at him and knowing that those feelings are eventually going to translate into something else but he's a good older brother and won't say anything

i'm pretty sure damian would speak filipino so when you're bursting out into filipino, he'd amusingly understand what you're saying and probably communicate back

lots of shittalking in filipino. that's the vibes i'm getting

CLEANING?? bro you got yourself a damian wayne at your feet. my guy would love everything spick and span and the fact that he has a partner that enjoys making things clean..mm... he's a lil in love yknow?

he doesn't like touching and he doesn't like loud things, but he finds it endearing from you. he finds himself being spoiled by your touches and would appreciate every single brush of hand or even just holding hands together as you read or play video games or whatever you wanna do

he cleans with you together. it's a little mini date and nobody else can understand it but he just does

you're hanging around with the big doggos and just reading or he's working or doing literally anything you want to do that day. he just wants to spend quality time with you

one of his ideas before he realized that he went heart eyes at you was to take you on patrol and just make the villains hear you yap and then that's how they would surrender

and then about your skin ... damian would not realize at first and then as soon as he did, he'd respect your space. sometimes he'd accidentally do something to your skin (his nail digging in or when he grips your arm too hard) and it'll swell, but usually, he's in control of his body and won't do anything

#damian wayne #dcu

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joy-of-life88 · 1 year

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Lace & Leather [a Damian Priest story] 14 First date

Damian POV

"Okay...I think we have everything we need. And I put sunscreen on Hazel and me like you requested. So... I take it we're spending the afternoon outside?" Bluebell asked me, again trying to figure out exactly what I had planned.

"Something like that." I replied with a grin as I watched her strap Hazel with the baby carrier into the car while I struggled with the stroller.

"Bluebell? A little help please?" I finally asked as I realized I couldn't manage to fold the thing up and load it into the trunk.

Kat came over to me with a big grin on her face. She bent over and just pulled a little switch and the stroller folded up.

"You could have told me it was that easy," I muttered as I loaded it in.

"But why? You insisted on doing it alone." she laughed.

And unfortunately she was right. I thought it couldn't be that hard to figure out how it worked. But as it turned out, I was wrong.

"All right. Do you really have everything? Let's go then," I said, and then we got in the car to get on the road.

About 20 minutes later we arrived at our first destination for the day. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Kat's confused expression when she saw where I had driven us.

"We're going to the mall?" she asked.

"This is just the first stop. I want to spoil my girls a little. You can have anything you like for you and Hazelnut. When we're done here we'll move on to the next part of the program." I replied as I couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Together we went to the mall. While I pushed the stroller with Hazel in it, I waited for Katja to decide which store she wanted to go to first. But somehow she seemed a little hesitant. Once again I saw her nervously playing with her fingers.

"What's wrong?" I wanted to know as I put a hand on her lower back.

"I don't know what we're doing here. I mean... we have everything we need." she replied softly.

"Bluebell, listen... Today is not about what you need. It's about doing something good for you two. You can pick out a new dress or a bathing suit or even jewelry. For Hazel, we can pick out any toy you think she'll eventually like. You've had all the work, and I've contributed nothing. That means I want to do something good for you," I explained as I reached for her hand.

"That's okay... I guess..." said Kat, but grimaced a little.

I laughed at her expression, knowing full well that she didn't actually like it. But she really tried not to be a killjoy. And with that she took a deep breath and finally went into the first store.

With Hazel on my arm, I sat in front of a dressing room waiting for Kat to show me the dress she was trying on. But to be honest, I was waiting more for the bathing suit she had also been holding in her hand.

"D? Can you take a look?" I heard Kat call out.

I walked into the dressing room with Hazel and my jaw almost dropped, she looked so beautiful.

"My goodness, Bluebell! That's just breathtaking. Where did you hide that butt from me?" I asked with a smirk as I looked at her backside.

"Oh D. Stop." she giggled sheepishly and Hazel started giggling too when she heard her mommy.

"Mommy looks so beautiful, doesn't she, Hazelnut?" I said to our baby.

"I don't. And that butt you're talking about is called pregnancy weight." replied Kat as she turned back and forth in front of the mirror.

"It looks great on you. But I can't wait to see the bikini," I smirked.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not wearing it. I'm not back in shape for it yet. Why don't you go ahead and hang it back?" said Kat, pressing the item into my free hand and then giving Hazel a kiss on the forehead.

"Are you sure you don't want to keep going?" I asked when she came back to us and said she was done.

I was a little disappointed since we only went to 3 stores and 2 of them were just for Hazel. I would have preferred her to pick out more, but there would definitely be a next time.

"Yeah, I'm getting hungry and Hazel will be soon too." she replied.

"Okay. I'll go pay. Why don't you guys head out to the car already? I'll catch up with you." I said as I handed her the car keys.

"Good idea. Then I can nurse her in the car. See you in a bit." agreed Kat and then my girls went on their way.

But before I got in line at the checkout, I took one more item off the shelf that I knew Bluebell would need later. I paid and then made a little detour back to the first store we were in to buy one more little thing for Hazel.

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"Bluebell? We're here," I said softly when I saw that she had fallen asleep just like our daughter.

I saw her open her eyes and look around quickly. As she took in her surroundings I saw a bright smile appear on her lips.

"The beach? Damian, that's wonderful!" she said.

"I was hoping you would like it. I've booked a cabana for us so Hazel will be in the shade. And you're about to get something to eat, too, Bluebell," I explained as I helped her get out of the car and then got our things out of the car.

Bluebell took Hazel in her arms and then we made our way to the beautiful cabana that stood close to the ocean. I watched Kat take deep breaths and soak in the scent of the Pacific. Her shoulders relaxed as she sat down on the soft white cushions with Hazel.

"Damian, that... that is such a beautiful idea. I wish you would have told me so I would have been more prepared." she said, overwhelmed.

"I have everything. I got a rashguard for Hazel, more sunscreen, and a bathing suit for you. I picked it out at the store. Since you didn't want a bikini, I thought you would like this one since it's the same color and design." I explained as I sat down next to them.

"You're really something, Mister Priest." she said, taking my chin in her hand and pulling my face down to her.

Her lips were just as soft as I remembered. Even the little smile on them I could feel through the kiss. And I knew that this, this day of our first date, Hazel's first day at the ocean, would always be one of my fondest memories.

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ahiddenpath · 11 months

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Have you made OC children of Eimi & Koushiro? Can you tell us about them if you have?

I've been sitting on this ask for a few days now, mostly because I genuinely can't believe someone out there is interested in my OCs and my OC x canon nonsense, and I am absolutely floored and grateful and crying the happy tears! The other reason is that I do have plans for an adulthood sequel to Growing Up with You and Tri: Integrity Lens, and I'm not sure if I should spoil things like children. But on the other hand, it will take years for me to get to this story, and things that far off in the future can be fragile. Who knows what will come to pass?

So, I'm going to write a little bit about Eimi and Koushiro's future kiddos beneath the cut! If you'd rather wait and find out/avoid spoilers, please don't go any further!

Izumi Hotaru

Eimi and Koushiro's firstborn is the adorable daughter we see in the epilogue. I have posts about her here and here, if you're interested!

Hotaru has all of Koushiro's mental abilities, paired with confidence and Koushiro's guidance. In some ways, she ends up smarter than Koushiro, but in others... Well, frankly, she ends up with a better work/life balance, so she doesn't devote herself entirely to knowledge like Koushiro does. She also has a ton of hobbies/interests that she splits her attention between, such as violin.

Hotaru has solid social skills and great confidence, but she tends to go off on her own. I guess she's like Eimi in the sense that she is good with people, but she doesn't gravitate towards social stuff. She treats the world like a hands on, educational playground, and is always eagerly getting into things. She likes to interact with the world to see how it works, and tends to wander off on her own, lol!

Personality wise, she is polite like Koushiro, but also thoughtful and empathetic, like Eimi. Like, her politeness isn't a kind of mask- she's just mirroring her father's language, and she loosens up about it as she ages, but always remains a good-mannered bean. As a kid, at least, her greatest weakness is probably... You know, that she'd prefer to be doing her own thing to everyday stuff like school, homework, and school activities/social stuff. She can come off as standoffish because of this. She also, um, can get into trouble by doing absolutely wild shit, like taking apart the family computer or trying some kind of behavioral experiment on pets or, um. Her peers. Like, her brilliance is more powerful than her life experience, and she doesn't know what is too much/inappropriate yet. There's zero malice to it, but it requires guidance. Koushiro and Eimi have their hands overfull with her.

Hotaru looks exactly like Koushiro, except that she has Eimi's arched brow, and will someday have her body type.

Izumi Koutaro

Eimi and Koushiro's secondborn. He also looks exactly like Koushiro, with exceptions: he has Eimi's eyes and skintone, and he has russet hair (brownish red, a color between Eimi and Koushiro's hair colors).

Koutaro is a lover of life; he adores this world, the Digital World, and everyone in both. He is by far the most extroverted Izumi, and he loves doing and experiencing. He joins his older sister on her Science Excursions and Various Explorations, but he also likes to do more... I don't know, typical stuff for kids his age, like soccer and music clubs. He plays guitar and sings, and likes to do whatever his friends and loved ones are doing.

Koutaro almost has, like... More in his heart and mind than his body can hold? He's constantly trying to burn off energy (he has a desk with bike pedals), but also... Well, struggling to stay on task? Koutaro is either deeply, unfathomably focused (the Izumi skill lmao), or he's bouncing from thought to thought and struggling to follow one thing at a time. Talking to him can cause whiplash and confusion in the listener.

His intelligence is far above average, but he isn't a dramatic outlier like his sister and father. Koutaro is playful and heartfelt, someone with very little filter- which usually works out just fine, because of how damned sweet he is. I'm not really sure if he ends up quite popular because of his sweet nature, paired with his intelligence, outgoing nature, and his musical abilities, or if he's sort of... Seen as odd, because of how his brain jumps around and because of how... Idk, not traditionally masculine he is.

I haven't developed Hotaru and Koutaro much yet, but those are the ideas I have so far! They could easily change by the time I get to writing about them.

Thank you so much for the ask, I am honestly blown away that you're interested in my work. I really appreciate it <3

#digimon #oc x canon #digimon fanfiction #fanfiction #koushiro izumi #eimi anami #digific #fanfic #digimon fic #digimon fanfic #fic

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harveyhawkscripts · 11 months

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[A4A] Dermatillomania Comfort [Romantic] [Comfort] [TW Skin-picking]

WARNINGS: Skin picking, compulsive behaviors

A/N: This was harder to write than I expected (×﹏×) This is based off of my own experience with skin-picking with some wishful thinking thrown in. It’s hard to find comfort content for dermatillomania, and OCD behaviors in general, so I’m writing the fluff I want to see in the world.

Usage:

- Okay for monetization

- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.

Synopsis: The speaker and the listener are in the early-ish stages of their relationship and growing closer to each other. The listener is a bit shy and hesitant at times. The speaker, on the other hand, is goofy, loud, and emotional. Despite their differences, the two have a natural chemistry.

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Key:

[SFX and Action]

(.) Short Pause

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word Count: 1095

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[Knocking, door opening]

Hey, babe. Ready for game night? Ooh, I can smell the popcorn. You added extra butter, right?

(.)

Yeah, I got the extra napkins. No greasy fingerprints on the controllers. Speaking of, I went by the second-hand game store and grabbed a couple of titles that looked absolutely horrendous. Check this out - Marky Mongoose and Friends' Great Golf Race. Like, is it a golf game or a racing game?

(.)

What?! No way! I'm totally going to beat you this time.

(.)

I guess we'll find out. But before that, I picked up a few things for you while I was in town.

(.)

Well, let's go sit down and I'll show you.

(.)

Before I give you everything, I just want you to know that I care for you very deeply, and I never want to hurt or- or embarrass you-

(.)

Huh?! No, no, I'm not breaking up with you. God, no! Baby, I'm worried about you.

Why am I worried? Do you... really think that I don't notice? You always wear a hat or scarf when we go out, you don't accept head rubs, and sometimes you walk with a slight limp, like your feet hurt.

(.)

It's not that. I don't mind not being able to rub your head- I'm happy with whatever affection you're comfortable with. But... I notice the redness on your hairline. And the raw skin on your thumbs. And I saw you picking at your sock last movie night.

(...)

Huh? No, you don't need to apologize! I'm not trying to criticize you or judge you. I just want to offer some help, if that's okay.

H-hey, are you crying? Oh, baby. Was it - did I say something bad? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up–

(.)

Huh? I'm the first one to notice?

(.)

Wait, so no one else has noticed that you pick your skin? Not your parents, friends, teachers? Doctors?

(.)

If they did they didn't say anything... Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. Here, can I give you a hug?

Aw, come here. Shhh, it's okay. You can cry, baby. You can cry as much as you need.

(.)

I'm right here. It must've been so hard dealing with this all on your own. I'm right here now.

(.)

Is that a bit better?

(.)

Good, now let me show you your surprise. Well, there are a few surprises actually.

(.)

I am not spoiling you! This is not spoiling; I'm simply giving you things that will make you feel better. Things you deserve.

(.)

Here, I brought you some antiseptic, moisturizing masks, medicated shampoo, lotion, grippy gloves, and plasters. I thought you could use a bit of a spa day. We can pamper you, have takeout for supper, and play as many second-hand video games as we can handle. Sound good?

(.)

What's the matter, baby? You sound hesitant. We don't have to do anything you don't want to, y' know.

(.)

(Shocked) What?!

No! Of course I don't think you're gross! I think you're lovely.

(.)

It doesn't ick me out, I promise. There's no way I would think any less of you for something like this.

(.)

Really, baby. My only concern is that you're healthy and comfortable. And listen, you can always talk to me about these things. I'm here for you. I want to be here for you.

I'm your partner, aren't I? And... truth be told, even though we haven't been together long, I already feel so close to you. Like we just click. I don't know how, but you've already become my best friend. Probably because you're so sweet and funny and smart-

(.)

Right. What I'm trying to get at is, I want to take care of you. May I take care of you? It's okay if-if this is something you want to keep private.

(.)

You just need a few minutes? Gotcha, That's totally fine, baby. Do you want another hug?

(.)

That's alright, too. I'll be right here for you.

(.)

Hey, don't apologize. I knew when we started dating that you aren't always open to physical affection, and that's okay.

(.)

Mm, no, I don't wish you were more physical. It's never really crossed my mind, for one. But also I wouldn't want to change anything about you.

(.)

(Playfully) I like who you are a lot, if you couldn't tell. Besides, you're plenty affectionate in your own ways.

(.)

Really. Like that picture of mushrooms you sent me earlier this week? I loved that! You remember how I like my popcorn and my coffee, which is impressive. And you slip little notes into my coat pocket, which is adorable. You're an amazing partner, baby. Don't ever doubt that.

(.)

You're ready? Are you sure? We can wait a little longer if you need to.

(.)

Alright, then. How about we start with your hands?

(.)

Sounds good, babe. Now, let me just - (playfully) oh, look! We're holding pinkies!

(.)

(Giggles) You're smiling. What, do you have a crush on me or something?

(.)

(Triumphant) Haha! Made you laugh! Feeling a little less tense, now?

(.)

Good. Oh! Here, let's get you a face mask before we take care of the sores on your hands. Just lie back and relax. Pretend you're at one of those fancy resorts. Should I put on some music? Maybe slice some cucumbers for your eyelids?

(.)

No? Okay.

[Plastic package opening]

Here you go. Ooh, smells nice. How does it feel?

Good. Unfortunately, this next part may not feel as good. I'm gonna start cleaning the sores now, okay?

Hm? What is it, baby?

You're welcome. You can always come to me for some TLC. Anytime you need me, I'm here. Do you want frog plasters or ladybug plasters?

(.)

Good choice.

[Unwrapping]

(...)

And... there we go. How's that, baby?

(.)

Yeah? Good. Now, let's get that mask off of your beautiful face.

Annnd there you are! Are you feeling any better now?

(.)

Refreshed? That's awesome, baby. I'm glad I was able to help, even if it was just a little bit.

(Touched) It really means that much to you? I mean that much to you?

(...)

(Choked up) That's... Baby, thank you. Hearing you say that, it... I mean. It feels really really... um. May I kiss you?

[Small kiss]

You make me so, so happy.

(.)

Huh? Pfft, of course I didn't forget about game night! C'mon, how could I forget about our good friend Marky Moose?

(.)

(Laughs) Yeah, and we still have to figure out what golf racing is. Whatever it is, I'm totally gonna win.

(.)

(Playful) Oh, yeah? Big talk. Hope you're ready to put your money where your mouth is.

(.)

(Laugh) C'mon, baby. Let's go play.

END

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archangelmacaron · 1 year

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NTMF College AU Chapter 25

;-; Um

I promise things will look up...

BIG CW for violence ;-; ableism, misogynist/sexist and otherwise awful comments but like, mostly violence ;-;

She instinctively tried to struggle away, but he slammed both fists on her shoulders, pinning her to the ground. She heard, then saw, Spica walk to stand over her, looking down with a malicious grin.

When Noel could see again she realized that Ribellio was on top of her—but not the classmate she recognized. His eyes were completely vacant.

“Good boy, Ribby.” She patted the man's head in a truly condescending fashion. He didn't react. “Now, Noel, why weren't you a good girl? You should have just died in our apartment. Think of the vibes, I guarantee Jilly and I would get such a discount on rent! I hear that you even get straight A's for the semester if your roomie kills themselves... which, honestly, was basically the look I was going for.”

“Spica... why do you want to kill me?” Noel managed, her eyes flickering from the deranged Ribellio holding her down to Spica standing above her with the strange device. “What have I ever—“

Her eyes slid over to Caron. She made a face at him. “And you, Caron, what the fuck? You're a goddamn Great Devil, some drunk bitch accidentally summons you, and you just let her live? Why? Did she bat her eyes and say, 'pretty please don't kill me, Mr. Devil?' Showed you her tits? Offered you favors? What the hell, dude. I can't believe my luck, drawing the summon circle for such a beta simp. You're supposed to be a heartless killer, here!”

Caron did not respond. Noel feared that he wasn't able to.

“Shh, shh, can it with the 'but what have I ever done to you' shit. You've already figured it out, right? That you're being targeted because of the ceremony, so like, nothing personal, Cerquetti.” She giggled again, but this time there was an edge to it.

Noel got the feeling that, ceremony aside, it was actually extremely personal for Spica.

“Now, as for your actual attempted murder... Well, y'know... honestly, I did it as a lark, you know? I mean, nobody listened to me. I told Daddy Burrows and that bitch Becker—oh yeah, I know she can still hear me, but she doesn't care about shit anymore which is honestly pretty funny, you would not believe the kinda shit I can say right to her face—oh, anyways, I told them that, gimped or no, you weren't going to just accept such an egregious insult as 'not being the very best and center of everyone's attention always.' You have way too much spoiled little rich girl in you for that.”

Noel heard a noise, and Spica poked the prod behind her without looking back. There was another horrible crackling sound, followed by a groan. Noel tried to look, but Spica slapped the tip of the prod on her face, far too close to her eye. “Hey, up here, I'm talkin' to you, roomie.”

The woman yawned, scratching her ear. “Where was I? Oh yeah. So even though I told them, they were like 'oh no, we'll just expel her, that'll be enough, it's too risky to try and kill her again,' something something rich parents, something something investigation... blah blah blah. So! I set up a little show up on my own. And you were such a star for it, Noelly! You're still so clumsy without legs, making sure that table wobbled just right... Didn't know you'd be drunk, too. Oh, that's right!”

She slapped her fist against her palm. “You stole my New Year's wine! Ribby, slap her.”

The force that hit Noel could hardly be called a slap. She couldn't breathe or even see for a moment, and her ears were ringing. She tried not to sob when she heard the crackling noise, and another unintentional cry from Caron, again. “Damn, your boyfriend really doesn't quit, huh, Noel? Maybe I need to up the voltage...”

Leave him alone—

She couldn't get the words out. Spica slowly came back into focus.

“But I guess that's not an answer you'd really be satisfied with, the whole 'why would I wanna kill you' thing. I mean, that doesn't even explain why I'm working with them, or what the ceremony is, right? That part's still a secret. But why I personally want to kill you? I'll tell you, and only you, the truth, Noel...”

Spica leaned over further, grabbing her chin to force her to look into her eyes. Once again, they appeared to be pure black. Her smile had completely vanished, leaving her with a cold, mask-like appearance. She leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “The truth is, Noel Cerquetti, I'm so fucking jealous of you I can't stand it anymore.”

The concept was bewildering. “Wh... at?”

Spica gestured with her own chin towards the stage where Professor Becker was standing silently. “You know Becker? How she's got no emotions anymore? Well, it's worse for me. She knows what happened to her. She agreed to it. But me?”

Spica shook her head, her voice slowly raising to a shriek. “I still have feelings, or something along those lines, I guess, but something else is missing now, Noel, something I know I had at one point. And you definitely have it, and you're using it, and it's so fucking unfair that a basic bitch like you was born rich and pampered and spoiled and I don't even remember how I came to exist!”

She unexpectedly stomped onto Noel's arm so hard she couldn't hold back the scream. She recognized the sound, the sickening crunch, and choked back the urge to vomit from the pain.

I think... something just broke...

“Oopsies, Professor Becker, I think I just broke something!" Spica giggled, turning back to Noel. "I mean, that was really all you needed to do, wasn't it? Just break her fucking arm, that've ended her piano career real quick. Instead you dumbasses took her stupid legs, what was she gonna do, play the cleansing song with her feet?”

The cleansing song... so there is something about the way I'd play it that threatens them. Confirming this doesn't help us now...

Professor Becker ignored the taunts. “Miss Spica, time is becoming limited. The mobile phone, please.”

“Oh, yeah...” Spica moved down, out of Noel's eyesight and began digging in her pockets. The feeling was incredibly violating.

Noel looked up in Ribellio's empty eyes as he held her down, as expressionless as Professor Becker. Somehow, the vision was more sad than terrifying to her. She remembered the only time she'd ever seen him smile—the only time she could remember seeing him without Spica close by. She and Jillian had invited him to join them for lunch, when Spica was in a disciplinary hearing. He didn't say much as they ate, but seemed to relax just the tiniest bit with them. She couldn't even remember what she'd said to make Jillian laugh so hard, but when she looked over at him, the very tip of his lips had curled upwards, too.

I know him... Not well, but I know him. He's not like this. He can't be doing this from his own free will. He has to be suffering too...

“Ribellio... pl—“

This time the spark was so bright it burned her eyes, and the noise was so loud it drowned out whatever sound Caron must have made. “That's it for max voltage? Damn... disappointing.”

“Spica, please—“

Spica patted Noel's thigh, right where her leg ended and the prosthetic began. “Don't talk to my boyfriend, Noel, or I'll fucking kill yours.”

Spica finally found the correct pocket and pulled out the phone. “Right. So, let's see... no passcode? Silly Noel. Here's your messages with Jillian, ooh, did she ever send you any nudes? Oh, right, you two weren't actually dating, it was that whole unrequited bullshit. I'm looking for Fugo, right...? Anyway, Becks, what did you want me to send?”

“Please give me the phone, Miss Spica. I will send the message.”

Spica pouted as she stood up and walked over to the stage. “Fine, fine... Seriously, though, I don't get the deal here. You had Jilly here, Noel was on her way, why the whole ambush in the woods? Why let Jilly escape? I could've been playing with them this whole time! We coulda made Jillian watch! Have you seen that girl have a panic attack? It would have been awesome!”

If she hadn't been emotionless, Noel was sure Professor Becker would have sounded impatient. “Miss Spica, surely you are aware that, despite how easily it seems that your tool has removed him as a threat, Caron is indeed a Great Devil. It is a shame they were unable to kill him in the woods, but their work was still useful. If he had not been exhausted first, it's unlikely you'd have subdued him at all, let alone so quickly.”

Is he exhausted from healing me...? No, I paid him, he said that would take care of it... was it healing himself, then? No, wait—it was the noise—making the noise to draw them off us. Why didn't he ask me to pay him for that, too? Maybe then I could have...

Professor Becker frowned, an expression made more of habit than emotion. “Jillian's escape was unexpected. I am still not certain how it was done, but we cannot allow it to happen again. When she arrives, capture her immediately and carefully. Do not harm her at all.”

“Got it. Ribby's on the case. You can be gentle, right, Ribs?” Spica walked back over and patted Ribellio's head again. “And I can kill Fugo, right? What about these two?”

“Mr. Dressel must be eliminated. You may do what you wish with these two now, provided Miss Cerquetti stays alive. Jillian will not be obedient otherwise.” She heard Professor Becker's heels clacking as she started to walk away. “I cannot stay to observe. Dean Burrows needs me. Do not fail, Miss Spica.”

So it was a trap... they made Jillian send those messages to lure me, but it sounds like she escaped. So they're using me to lure Jillian now?

What do they need her to be obedient for? Why do they need her at all?

I thought I was the target! Why is everyone I care about getting involved in this!? Why can't it just be me?

She heard a door close. Spica's voice mocked Professor Becker's emotionless one. “Do not fail, Spica!' Oh, shut up, you old bitch... how the hell can I fail at something so easy?”

Noel tried to turn her head to look at Caron. He wasn't facing her. She couldn't tell if he was conscious or not, but he moved slightly as she looked at him.

He's still alive... Caron...

Spica walked back over to them, pacing while holding the prod behind her back. “Okay, so I get to kill Fugs, and I can kill him, too... let me think about how I wanna do this. Hmm...”

“Spica...” Noel knew it would be useless, but she had to try anyways. “Please... just let Caron go.”

Spica stopped pacing, rolling her eyes again. “Oh, here we go with that bullshit...”

Noel continued anyways. “I will beg you, Spica. I'll... degrade myself however you want...”

“Ooh, that is tempting, Noelly. To see someone as proud as you even offer that is pretty nice...” Spica put her hand on her chin, looking as if she was considering it.

Noel looked up at the other woman, her expression pleading. “I'll do whatever you want, I'll be... obedient. I promise, I'll—just please—“

Spica closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She shook her head, giving Noel a pitying smile. “Oh, Noelly, hun... you're gonna be obedient whether you want to or not.”

I know it's so pointless to beg... but what else can I do? I'm not strong enough... I have no way to fight her.

It's my pride that started all this, anyways... I don't need it. I don't need it at all. Please...

She clapped her hands together, making sparks fly from the tip of the prod again. “Okay, so, let's get started! I've decided. I'm gonna torture you first, and then I'll kill him. Mm, tasty despair!”

She walked over to Caron, giving him a firm kick to roll him over. “Rise and shine, bird boy. You're not gonna wanna see this.”

Noel could see his face now, his eyes not even half open. His expression was heartbreakingly frustrated. She tried to smile, blinking back tears. “Don't... watch... you don't need to...”

Spica stomped on her broken arm again, forcing out another scream of pain. “Oh, shut up, of course he's gotta watch. Unless you want me to torture him first? I could switch it up... hmm, which is better...”

Through blurry eyes, she could see that Caron was reaching towards her. Spica hadn't noticed, looking up thoughtfully as she debated how to begin her torture. Noel reached out her arm, and was able to touch just the tiniest tip of his finger—then it looped around hers, squeezing it tightly as their eyes met.

Once again, they were able to understand each other without saying anything.

I'm so sorry, Caron... I really wanted to say that I loved you out loud.

“All right, plan stays, I'm stickin' with Noel as the appetizer.” Spica looked down at her, her black eyes glinting as lightning flashed outside the window again. The storm was back. “Let's see, where to begin... Ribby... take out her right eye.”

#fanfic

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stars-inhereyes · 2 years

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Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better:

I was tagged by @jb-blue63 which is just the cutest, hi bestiee! Sorry this took some time, I just really hate how this week has been going.

Favorite colour:

This is weirdly specific but it's the blue of the Mediterranean Sea which is actually like ten different tones -it switches from bright light blue to azure to dark cyan and oh man just thinking about it makes me homesick.

Currently reading:

Microbiology articles, lol. The problem is it's hard for me to read, ADHD and all, but I did start re-reading Gideon the Ninth so I can continue the series.

Last songs:

I have my KP playlist on repeat because I am obsessed like that. But the last amazing song I discovered was Beautiful Crime by Tamer and y'all really need to listen if you don't know it.

Last series:

I am currently watching Beyond Evil although I have been spoiled to all hell (thanks F, you bitch, not that you're reading this). I get confused about what's going on sometimes but I am really enjoying it because in its essence this show is enemies-to-lovers with one pathetic wet cat of a man and one very depressed middle-aged dickhead and they're both unhinged to the high heavens. Also, the fics people about wrote these two??? Losing it, absolutely losing it.

I'm gonna do a full KP rewatch soon because I miss it so much and I have half a mind to watch the Untamed again so I can lose my whole shit for a month.

Other than those I heard great things about the Sandman so I'll probably check that out soon.

Last movie:

Here is where my ADHD becomes a menace again, I cannot sit still for 2 hours most times. So it's been a while since I watched a movie but I think the last one was Fire Island and it was chef's kiss - Joel Kim Booster, my beloved <3

Currently working on:

Final fic of Dark Moon Rising!!! For real this time!!! It is NOT going well!!!

Seriously though, I have been blessed with so much support and encouragement and I really don't wanna let anyone down so I am doing my best to make this a good one but like, it's hard.

That's it I guess.

I'm just gonna tag some mutuals (which I absolutely consider friends even if we never talked, I love you guys and also hi) but like please ignore me if you don't wanna do it: @wanderlust-in-my-soul @sinistergooseberries @nemisongbird @yea-baiyi @thunder-lotus @aniluor @roseturnedblack @vegussy @mochipran

#about me #tag game #i love stuff like this

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hanadollic · 2 years

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A list of my Top 5 Favorite Hana Doll* Songs!

(Decided to do separate lists for each group)

Anthos*

Loulou*di

Perfect Pride

This lists may change one day, but for sure the no. 1s are my all time favorites!

Most of my Anthos* faves are from 1st season. Don't get me wrong, I do love the other seasons too, but the 1st season songs hit different(?), like I can simply say that all 1st season songs are bop! Maybe because they had been around me longer than the other seasons and I got used to them haha(?)

(No, I don't hate other season's songs because of Setsuna (FYI he was added to the team after the 1st season ended). That sheep was sus at first but I don't hate him akskskkd)

The song that glued to Anthos, Birth! I literally sing this to every Hana Doll* friend that I have on their birthday on an app HAHA The beat is *chef's kiss*

I first knew Anthos when they released Unknown MV, but what got me hooked on them was not that song but Birth, and then Stay Away🫰 (Unknown is awesome too)

Next! Stay Away! This song, and Birth! Really love them including the remixes! This song is just too good to be missed. The chorus is addictive. I love this song the moment I listened to the intro lol

And maybe it's weird but I cry everytime I listen to Me Against Myself. As Ryoga oshi, Ryoga's voice in that song is...(I'm going to be corny here) quite emotional imo. And the lyric akakskkdkskd

As for Shine On, I can't explain how or why but I just love songs like this one (well so are people out there) It was like so smooth and calm, and everything hsjwjdkf I love this song especially the melody🫰

The last from my Anthos list is Umbilical Lover! Anthos*'s costumes here are LITERALLY AWESOME. AND BRUH THE CHORUS! GO LISTEN TO IT! I can still feel Lihito's vibrato from that song lmao

My all time Loulou*di fave (I don't think it will ever change lol) is Empty Dream! I remember when I first listened to its teaser (man, it was around 2 years ago??) I instantly thought "This is the kind of 2D idol song that I longed for!" and I was overjoyed lmao

I mean Birth made me think like this also, but in a different way(?) (I guess Birth gave me what I seek in an upbeat song, and Empty Dream for holy-ish(??) song? Bruh I don't know how to explain it sjjsjsjs)

I really love Empty Dream that I still regularly leaving comments on the MV from time to time, and I even have a plan (imagination lol) on how Loulou*di's stage and performance will be if they ever present this song on concerts and all (I'm too addicted please send help)

About Abortive Flower. Ah, yes, a one month old song. I've been listening to it everytime I get the chance since I got the album. Its teaser didn't give it justice(?) about its angsty-ness. The parts after 1st chorus are just so so depressing---I wonder what kind of direction Tosshi-san got when recording the "Kono yo ni ikiru kachi wa nakatta" part and also the last chorus? :") As for Yamashita-san, maybe it's because Toki was---oops. No, I won't spoil the drama part to you :) TakeP did a very great job on potraying Rui-san, he sounded so beautiful--- but empty imo, so Rui-like(?)

And then, Immortal Tale! That song gave me a "a song from a distant, sacred(?) land" feel. The vibe definitely fit the lyrics and all :) That upbeat tempo is something unusual from Loulou*di but they sang it so well, I have no complain🫶

I am a sucker for slow, dark songs, so Black Pulse is a hit for me. The harmony and adlibs and all are so awesome🥺 (I don't know what to comment anymore, that song is just beautiful)

And the last from my Loulou*di list! Is either Final Direction or Perfect Pride (man I couldn't choose ahsjskdk) I love both the same, I just couldn't pick one so I just put them both on the list. Final Direction imo sounds so dramatic (and I love it lol). Perfect Pride's bridge (actually not sure if that part called bridge) is addicting.

If I can say anything, Hana Doll*'s songs are as great as their stories and character designs🫶

I'll edit my opinion later to add things.

#Spotify #Hana Doll*#華Doll*#Anthos #Anthos*#Loulou*di #Antholic #Loumiel

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xoxo-bunnydumpling · 2 years

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Eli is on the phone, tripping over the dog, and making his way back to bed. "Okay, great...see you in a few."

"Who was that? Do I have to get up and be social?"

I'm still under covers, still in pajamas and only brushed my teeth already because I threw up and I can't fathom having guests today. It doesn't sit well with my soul to have to talk to anyone right now. Even Eli is only getting grumbles from me.

He sits on the bed, carefully. Slowly.

"Okay, here's what's up..." I roll over to face him more directly, ready for some bullshit. He reaches out, and strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers. "Fuck me running, you're even more beautiful now than you were before, somehow."

There it is. "Bullshit...what did you do?"

"Let me preface this by reminding you that it's Sunday and we said we wouldn't fight on Sundays."

"Okay?"

"That was the landlord and she's bringing the receipt for the rent...and before you see it you should know I paid a little in advance."

"Uhhh...OKAY?" RED FUCKING ALERT.

"12 months in advance." He winces and pulls a face even before I can start up and my head is barely containing my brain and I have no idea why I'm so upset. "Sweetheart, listen...I just don't want you to have to worry about it and be able to focus on mama stuff. Okay? Consider it a gift from my Papa."

It's not manipulative for him to call up the memory of his father. If it were anyone else I might be concerned it was, or a guilt trip. Whenever he dips into his inheritance though, it's always a gift from Papa, and I'm always told "if he was here, he'd insist. He'd love the shit out of you and want to spoil you like he did my rotten ass sisters."

I haven't said anything for a while and he's gone from wincing to frowning. "I'm sorry. I should have asked first. Please don't be upset...I definitely didn't do this to make you upset."

I'm not upset, I think it's very mature and very sweet. But yeah I'm upset because I did the math just now and HOLY FUCK.

"Why then?"

He gets back under the covers, and lays his hand on my stomach gently. "Because I'm blessed with the responsibility of providing for a family and that's what I'm gonna do. I was...going to before, when I moved in, but you would have been even more angry at that point."

I'm struck a little dumb by that. When he moved in, we weren't even married. Why the actual fuck would you spend a not insignificant amount of money to pay a year of rent for some girl that's not even your wife and could really kick you out at any time because you're not even on the lease?

I ask him this, and he laughs before dipping his head down to press the barest hint of a kiss to my collarbone.

"I've believed in this, in us, since day one...and I just want to keep proving it."

"Whyyyy do you say shit like that to me?"

"I'm just that bitch, I guess."

He's in the shower when the landlord (a dear friend of mine, our relationship is the only way my credit was able to get a house like this and I'm so grateful for her always) comes. She hands me the receipt and raises an eyebrow at me.

"You know about this?"

"Not until today."

"Well...I would have warned you but he asked me not to. So what's it like being a spoiled ass princess bitch?"

I can't help but laugh. I've never been one of those before. "Uh, I...you know what? I think I like it."

She sits down when offered, takes the cup of tea I offered also. "Will you tell him thank you for me? I've tried but I will end up crying. My husband's rig got fucked with while he was parked a while ago, hasn't been able to haul. This...this is our only income until he can get it fixed."

I ask her what happened to her other houses, and she tells me they sold them at the height of COVID, because they kept getting trashed, and put the money into starting their trucking company.

I get instantly nervous. "So you're not gonna sell this one, right?"

"I wouldn't sell my grandma's house, unless it was to a family I knew would take good care of it. Not gonna sell to one of these assholes that's buying every damn house and jacking up the rent. Not a land baron, just a chick with a house for rent."

I'm glad this works for both of us, even if the price tag nearly gave me another stroke. Maybe we're that family that will take care of this house, love it like it deserves. We will be for the next year at least.

#hot librarian chronicles #husband material #sunday morning #he's a mess #that bitch

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bluekat12345 · 4 months

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Pokemon Scarlet and Violet Epilogue review

This will contain a bit of spoilers for the Epilogue of Pokémon Scarlet and Violet Treasure of Area Zero Epilogue. So, for those who do not want to be spoiled, DO NOT READ.

Honestly, I have to say, I'm pretty disappointed with the Epilogue. It started out strong, but ended weakly.

I was glad I got to introduce my Paldea friends to my Kitakami friends, and the interactions were great, but that's kind of where the joy ended.

I will admit, the beginning of the mystery was fun, it was like something out of a horror film, and I actually got goosebumps when my friends got under the spell.

I also enjoy the music when dealing the mochi hypnotized opponents. No lie, I could just sit and listen to it for a long time.

But the story was too short and too simple. After encountering Pecharunt, I was hoping for more lore behind it, like maybe learn why it was doing what it was doing or how it could've been connected to the Ogerpon and the Loyal Three, but nope, all it does it put people under its spell and we battle it once and catch it, end of story.

I guess I was expecting more, especially after meeting past Sada at Crystal Pool in Kitakami, I thought it would delve more into Area Zero or how it somehow influences Kitakami.

But hey, Kieran and Carmine are back at Blueberry Academy, so that's nice, and I heard I can invite Arven, Penny, and Nemona there, so that's a nice bonus.

Overall, this was not worth the wait and I find it painfully underwhelming. If there is more to the story, please let me know, because this 'epligoue' really needs it.

#Pokemon #personal review #Hidden Treasure of Area Zero #Pokemon Scarlet #Pokemon Scarlet and Violet #Pokemon Scarlet and Violet Epilogue

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nverl0st · 5 months

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november song recs

i know this month hasn't ended yet, but i know it's gonna get busy after thanksgiving break, so i'm gonna write this now. i want to start writing these to sort of remember these months by songs i liked. a good reminder to how each month was like. this month was a lot less vocaloid centric than usual. maybe that's good. i'm becoming more normal.....

---this december - ricky montgomery

the second i heard this song i immediately fell in love. it felt like something i've heard before, something that would have played a lot during my childhood. it's so familiar. it really reminds me to not be so depressed and hopeless this winter, reminding me how wonderful life can be. because maybe, this winter, "i'll remember".

---internet yamero - needy girl overdose, kotoko, aiobahn

i tried to listen to this song before (because the vibes are immaculate), however i did not like the parts before the "chorus". well... i gave it another try because the chorus is just too good. the parts before the chorus i recently found to be so cool as well. the deliriousness kind of brings a smile to my face... it really is a song that encapsulates the internet well.

---spoiled princess - fujiwo

yeah i already wrote a post about this so i won't say much. what a nice song in a specific trope i really like. emunene cover is also splendid.

---animal - deco27

why am i still listening to this i swear it's been months. i first listened to the amane cover (which i honestly... like better. the instrumental is different and the timbre of her voice is really nice) but i recently started listening to the og vocaloid one too. one of the few deco27 songs i like... i guess the onomatopoeias are very catchy... as well at the 8-8-7#-8! that it does. a lot

---gehenna - wotaku

very recent addition, but it's very memorable. it vaguely sounds like happy halloween??? the instrumental/verses have such a different feeling compared to the chorus... but what a wonderful song in terms of its lyrics. "'i want to stay alive'/ i don't know why/ but 'i want to stay alive'" as well as "'i want to stay alive'/ 'I don't want to stay alive'/ it's so unfortunate/but we have to live"... and the whole last stanza on "deceiving" and "couldn't tell you". i love how it also says "and this is so sad". what wonderful wording. because no matter what, we just have to keep living. one thing that's throwing me off is the vague rapping in the background...? what is going on in the instrumental. also wtf mr. shanti guy made this. such a different style.

---phantasm suite - hoyomix "the golden midsummer"

okay. hear me out. it's a really really good instrumental piece okay... and the spoken word really makes it even better. "often times, i could not even see right in front of me/we will meet again, no matter how far along down the road", "to you from the past, i hope you liked this song", "please, be proud of all that is unreal... for we are greater than this world", "it has never voiced a complaint, for that is its destiny"... it reminds me of summer when i played this event.

---those eggs aren't dippy - jack stauber

the first 10 seconds are so fucking good????? especially the "let me in your eaaarrrr" i even made it my alarm! it's perfect because it's so short. unfortunately it's not doing a great job of waking me up. it's too catchy.

---love ka - hiiragi kirai

even though i personally did not listen to this song a lot this month, i recommended this song (via musescore) to a friend, and they really loved it so that's pretty notable. getting everyone hooked on vocaloid. seriously that musescore cover is so good. they adapted special quirks love ka does in its instrumental/vocals for piano, but not in the exact same way. they made a piano arrangement, not transcription. like tremolo for piano instead of vibrato???? gives it such a nice touch!!!

#vivid thoughts #vocaloid #music thoughts

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