#queue the mad week of learning how

[voxiiferous]

10,000 Hour Dancer

There's the saying that to be considered an expert in anything, you have to have practiced for 10,000 hours. Even before death, Vox hit that 10,000 hour mark in swing dancing. For more than 20 years he did it at least once a week, and usually more often than that. The spins, the lifts, the dips, he knows them all. He has a preference for, and tends to default to East Coast Swing, but after long enough, he knows both pretty intuitively.

The dance clubs were popular at the time--social, with good music. He could go out, drink, dance with girls, and sometimes late at night, in the right clubs, with boys.

It starts in university, with a man he wanted to be, or wanted to sleep with, and he's never figured out which. But the early 1930s weren't exactly to men who wanted that, but the man was charming. Vox spent hours trying to mimic him, leaning against doorways to master the casual flair, picked up dancing for experience how to make his body move like second nature, and how to talk his way through everything. He realized he really enjoyed it, and kept going even after university.

He hasn't done it much since he died. A little, certainly, he's taught Velvette; Valentino never showed much interest in it, and the dance clubs weren't really... present as much. It wasn't like he could get a drink in the same social fashion either, and most people are too wary to dance with Overlord Vox anyway.

#*personnel file (hc) #at some point I want to write up the drabble idea #that is Vox and Hellaina having a bet #in that she thinks she could keep up #because he's out of practice #queue the mad week of learning how #and practicing in a very different body #*cathode rays and rock and roll (vincent price)

[justlookfrightened]

Can I Ask You a Question?

Because I was thinking today about how questions that seem settled and hurts that seem healed sometimes come up again, even in loving healthy relationships.

“Hi, honey, I’m home,” Jack chirped as he pushed the front door open.

Sometimes he couldn’t believe this was his life: a berth on a team that welcomed him even after he blindsided them with his coming out last year, a condo that felt more like a home than ever since Bitty moved in permanently, Bitty making something that smelled delicious in the kitchen …

When he was 18, he never thought he’d be allowed to have this.

“In here,” Bitty responded unnecessarily.

Jack headed that way, pausing to drop a kiss on Bitty’s head where he was bent over his laptop on the counter. The laptop, the three saucepans on the stovetop, the mixing bowls stacked in the sink all added up to Bitty trying to perfect a recipe for the cookbook. There were probably three pies in the oven, each with minuscule adjustments in their ingredients. Good thing Marty had that barbecue tonight.

“I’m gonna go shower,” Jack said. “Maybe watch something in the den.”

“Mmm,” Bitty hummed, before he pressed a key and looked up. “I’m sorry. How was the workout?”

“Good,” Jack said. “Back to skating next week.”

“That’s great, sweet pea,” Bitty said, eyes already shifting towards his notes.

“I’ll let you get back to it,” Jack said, hefting his bag on his shoulder.

Once he was clean and comfortable in sweats and a threadbare Samwell T-shirt, he flopped on the couch and started flipping through his streaming queues. It still felt weird to sit and do nothing in the middle of the day, but everyone — the athletic trainers, his personal trainer for the summer, even his therapist — agreed that rest was important.

His stomach rumbled and he remembered food was important, too, but he didn’t want to get in Bitty’s way. Maybe he should get a mini-fridge for the den? That way he could keep some protein shakes in here.

Before he could make up his mind to go look for food, Bitty was coming in with a plate piled with chicken tenders and corn and tomatoes salad.

“I did them up in the air fryer,” Bitty said. “I know you’re hungry after training.”

“Thanks, Bits,” Jack said, accepting the plate and taking a bite out of the top tender. It wasn’t quite the same as a real fried chicken tender, but Bitty used some spice blend that added a little flavor, and they were healthy enough to eat a couple of times a week.

Jack was profoundly grateful that Bitty and Nate had come to an understanding this year.

“Uh, Jack? Can I ask you something?”

Jack set the plate on the coffee table and looked at Bitty, standing near the door, hands twisting in a dish towel. This might be more than wanting him to decide whether the apple pie was better with a half teaspoon or a full teaspoon of nutmeg.

“Sure, bud. What’s up?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

Jack took a breath. The first time Bitty was afraid to say something after he moved in was when he took Jack’s car to the market and came out to find a scratch on the door. Jack had been confused; it wasn’t even Bitty’s fault, but even if it had been, it was simple to fix. It had made Jack angry a little — at Bitty’s parents, because he had to learn that fear somewhere, right?

“Of course not,” Jack said. “Whatever it is, we can figure it out.”

“And you won’t laugh?”

“I don’t think so,” Jack said. “Unless you’re going to tell me a joke?”

That weak attempt at humor fell flat, as Bitty’s gaze fell to the towel in his hands.

“It’ll be fine,” Jack said. “But you have to tell me what it is.”

“That’s what Lindsey said too,” Bitty said.

“Lindsey?” Jack repeated. “Is this something you talked about in therapy?”

“Sort of,” Bitty said. “Yes. I made a joke, then she asked what I meant and … yes, we talked about it.”

“Okay,” Jack said. It didn’t sound too serious if Bitty had joked about it, but Bitty did use jokes as deflection. “Why don’t you tell me what you said?”

“She asked what I was doing this weekend, and I said I was going to hit the gym,” Bitty said.

Jack nodded, because he and Bitty had spent time working out together almost every weekend since Bitty moved in. Jack always felt calmer in his skin after physical effort, and Bitty seemed to as well. And, well, they both seemed to like the way the other looked when they were sweaty and flushed. Post-workout sex would have gone a long way towards making the effort worth it even if Jack hadn’t enjoyed the exercise.

“Okay,” Jack said. “What was the joke?”

“I said I had to make sure to keep my athletic physique so you would still like me,” Bitty said, now looking at the sofa cushion to the left of Jack’s thigh.

Jack took another breath in, then settled himself back against the sofa, consciously letting his arms fall open at his sides. He’d promised not to be angry, and he didn’t want Bitty to think he was.

“Do you really think that?” Jack said. “Do you think I would lose interest — that I only love you — because of your body?”

“No, of course not!” Bitty said, stepping more fully into the room. “Don’t be silly. It’s not like my body could ever even compare to yours!”

“That’s not the point,” Jack said. “I love you, and I love your body, and, yeah, I think you’re hot. But that’s because you’re you. I thought you liked working out together.”

“I do, really,” Bitty said. “I just should have said that to Lindsey. It was just a joke.”

“It’s never ‘just a joke,’ Bits.” Jack leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “There’s always something behind it.”

“I know that’s what Shitty says,” Bitty said.

“But it’s true,” Jack said. “Do you really think I only love you for your body?”

“When you put it like that, no,” Bitty snorted and finally sat down.

“You do have a beautiful body,” Jack said.

“Not like yours,” Bitty said.

“I need to be strong for my career,” Jack said. “It’s not vanity. And you and I both know chances are my body will be damaged in some way by the time I’m retired. Will you love me less?”

“Of course not.” Bitty sniffed. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, but that’s not why I want you. And I know it’s your job. Until a few months ago, it was kind of my job too, if I wanted to keep my scholarship. But I don’t know how long I can keep it up, not with the job and the book and my YouTube channel.”

“I never said you had to.”

“No, not in so many words,” Bitty said. “But look at you. Look at your family. Your mom is an icon, your dad looks like he could still play. … You don’t want someone who looks like the ugly duckling.”

It was Jack’s turn to stand up.

“First, you could never be an ugly duckling,” he said. “No, first, my dad could not still play. His knees are shot. But even if he could, you wouldn’t be the ugly duckling, and I’d never make you feel that way. Neither would my parents. I don’t care if you lose all your muscle or gain 50 kilos or whatever. I was the ugly duckling — that’s what gossip magazines called me when I was a kid, and my parents always loved me because I was me. I love you because you’re you. And I’m not angry, but I guess I am a little hurt that you think I wouldn’t love you as much because you don’t have an NCAA athlete’s conditioning schedule anymore.”

“So you’re saying you’d never body-shame anyone?” Bitty asked.

“I’d hope not,” Jack said. “People come in all shapes and sizes.”

That’s what maman had told him when the other kids teased him about his weight.

“You sure about that, Mr. Eat More Protein?”

“What?” Jack sat heavily on the sofa again. “That wasn’t about you … about your body. That was about hockey.”

“About my body … me … playing hockey.”

Shit. Jack knew he’d been an asshole to Bitty when Bitty was a freshman. If he’d had any doubts, Shitty had been pretty clear on more than one occasion. But whenever he apologized, Bitty always waved it off, said it wasn’t necessary.

“Are we doing this now?” Jack asked, when he found his voice.

“What do you mean?” Bitty said.

“I mean, will you finally let me apologize for the way I acted at first?” Jack said. “It wasn’t about you —”

“You said, it was about hockey.”

“And me, and my anxiety about whether I’d ever make it.”

“And now that you have it’s all fine?”

Well, no, Jack knew his anxiety would never really be fine. But before he could say that, Bitty continued.

“I know that in your mind, it was about the team, and about you,” he said. “But what you said was about me, when I was new on the team, the smallest guy there, with Ransom and Holster calling me a fainting goat and saying they should make a play of it. But at least they acted like they liked me off the ice.”

“Do … do you think I don’t like you?” Jack asked, because this was a rabbit hole he has not expected to fall down today.

“No, of course not,” Bitty said. “I know you love me.”

Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

“But I know you didn’t like me at the beginning,” Bitty went on. “You didn’t like me until I became an asset to the team.”

“No,” Jack said. “I mean yes, you did become an asset to the team. But that’s not when I started to like you.”

“No?”

“No. It was checking practice,” Jack said. “You hated it. You’d nearly faint if I pushed you, even when you were in full pads and I didn’t even have a helmet on. But you kept getting up, you kept showing up. You were so determined, even though it was clear that you probably should have been in therapy then. You were — you are — so strong. And then when you voted for me for captain, even after your concussion — that was so generous.”

“As if anyone else could be captain,” Bitty sniffed.

“You did pretty well,” Jack said.

“Hush, you.”

“No,” Jack said. “You need to know what an incredible person you are. I’ve told you before, I am sorry for the way I treated you. It was wrong. And I’m sorry I never realized that it might make you feel insecure about your body.”

“C’mon, Jack, we both know I don’t have the usual body type for a hockey player,” Bitty said. “Just like I wasn’t much of a football player.

“No excuses, Bits,” Jack said. “It’s good you’re getting therapy. I know I’d be in a lot worse shape without it. But please know I love you. I love your body because it’s part of you. I’ll always love your body no matter what, because it will always be part of you.”

“And I’ll love you when I have to help you off the couch, old man,” Bitty said. “Sorry for — ” he waved his hands — “all this.”

“No, I’m glad you told me,” Jack said. “You still want to go to the gym tomorrow? You don’t have too.”

“Are you crazy?” Bitty said. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Or read on AO3

#zimbits #omgcheckplease #omg check please #my fic

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for Steve Harrington having an autistic significant other...

He doesn't really understand it at first, there's not a lot of research on it and there's never been proper coverage on it so he doesn't get it but he's willing to learn. He likes you and he wants you to know that no matter what, he accepts you for who you are and will love you just the same.

He takes time trying to research, asking doctors and medical professionals when he has the chance. Again, it's not widely known or researched yet so he doesn't get all the answers but he understands it a bit better.

If you're comfortable doing so, he'd like to sit down and have a chat about it and what it involves for you.

"I've been trying to learn a bit about it... There's not much in terms of research but would you mind teaching me about it? If not that's okay, don't feel pressured. I just want to understand a bit more."

You're touched that he's went out of his way to learn about it. You really appreciate it.

He doesn't judge you, doesn't think any less of you... if anything it makes him love you more. He finds you so interesting and complex and he's always finding out something new about you.

Where you're unsure in social situations with social queues or eye contact or your words just don't come out right, Steve's there to help. He's never patronising and never rude, he just helps you guide through it more comfortably. You appreciate that he cares so much to help you.

He goes at your pace in the relationship, baby steps, to get you comfortable with a more intimate interaction and to get you used to what a relationship is like. He doesn't push you for more, he's always aware of your boundaries etc.

He grows to learn about things that you love, your special interests and things that you don't like. He finds it rather endearing when you start ranting about your special interest. He could listen to you talk all day.

He tells his friends all about you, going on and on about how great you are, about how interesting you are, about how pretty you are, about how much he cares about you. He raves about you and when you finally meet his friends, they can just tell by the way you look at each other that you're both completely head over heels in love.

If someone was to ever say anything negative to or about you, he'd see red. He would get so mad, he would go off on one, tearing them a new one. He would be so protective of you and he hates when others judge someone because of their differences.

He doesn't baby you, he'll help and support you but he's never condescending or patronising.

He compliments you all the time.

"You're perfect you know. Absolutely perfect."

"I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about stuff you love."

"You have the prettiest smile."

"Wow, is that a new top? I love it."

Steve learns your queues pretty quick, learns when you're getting overwhelmed and he's able to take you from situations so that you don't get too stressed.

If you're ever feeling overwhelmed or stressed, he's on it. He'll reassure you that everything's okay, that he's got you and he's going to get you out of the situation. He won't let go of you hand until you're out of the situation.

Soft kisses to your temple and soft touches to your hands and cheeks.

He indulges in your interests but you also indulge in his, even things that you aren't particularly fond of. He appreciates the time you put into him and you appreciate the time he puts into you.

You also find common ground, things you're both interested in, and you'll partake in those too.

He makes it a habit to take you on a date every week, even if the two of you have been in a relationship for a year, he's very gentlemanly and he wants to always set aside time for you. The dates could be simple; a walk along a beach, ice cream, pizza and a movie. Steve just likes setting aside time for you each week.

Steve's just perfect, he'll drive around with you in the passenger side singing and laughing. He'll take you to new exciting places for dates, he'll give you flowers every other week, he'll compliment you all the time. He's just very, very lovely and he makes you feel like the only person that matters.

#prompt #headcanon prompt #headcanon #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x autistic reader #reader insert #steve harrington imagine #imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #st #st imagine

[eiightysixbaby]

I FUCKING love the idea of Eddie being a Swiftie. It can go two ways tbh.

Way one is him taking the day off just so he can fight the Ticketmaster crowds to surprise reader with tickets to the eras tour. He lets her dress him up, pink glitter and everything without a complaint. He even helps her make the friendship bracelets weeks before the show and records her during all her favorite songs so she can have those memories forever.

Way two is dad Eddie!! Dad Eddie taking his 6 year old daughter to eras. Dressing up for her, will put her on his shoulders to see over the crowd, he will also wear a ‘Dads against daughters dating jake gyllenhaal shirt’ he dances with her to all her favorite songs creating core memories for his princess 🥹🥹🥹

I ADORE both of these concepts.

he’s fighting for his LIFE in the Ticketmaster queues but he wouldn’t have it any other way because he needs to get you the tickets. you deserve them and he wants to surprise you. and oh my god, the outfits you guys could do 🥺 I know this one’s a lil basic but you go as miss americana and he’s the heartbreak prince, decked out in a pink suit and he’s got the pink glitter heart around his eye, oh GOD. I also personally love the idea of Eddie doing a reputation inspired outfit, or even midnights because for some reason I feel like eddie would love that album. he’d be SO sweet helping you make bracelets, and imagine him giving them out to all of the baby swifties at the show and he’s just so excited and kind to them 🥺 what if we even took this further and said that instead of just recording during your favorite songs, he PROPOSES during like love story or enchanted or something. oh god. oh god my heart can’t take it.

and of course I love the concept of dad!eddie taking his swiftie daughter to a show. he sings all of the songs with her, learns every single one on the setlist so that he can be just as excited as she is. he sways to the music with her while he’s holding her, grinning like a mad man over how happy she is. she leaves with whatever merch she wants, because of course he’s spoiling her. she gets so many bracelets from other fans that he starts wearing a bunch of them because her little arms are covered. my fucking HEART.

Swiftie!Eddie literally means so much to me. he’s so personal to me.

#leah’s got mail 💌 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

[a-sentient-horax]

January 24, 2023

Ok, last day of classes for the week! I have a lot to do today, my life is a little hectic at the moment. I have one of my best friends coming to watch the puppy today which is great.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about friends and about myself lately, brought on by my birthday party laments most likely. Anyway, I've been thinking about how like, I've never actually had long-term, healthy relationships modeled to me. My parents got divorced when I was very little, and then my dad had a live in girlfriend for 6 years before she and her daughter moved out. My mom got married to another guy for 5 years until they divorced, and then she had a baby and moved in with a man for about 3 years before they split up. And I was living like, around these different families for different periods of time at different rates. So a stable family was never like, modeled to me and the closes I came to one was gone after 6 years. I don't know how to make and maintain long-term relationships. And certainly I've had difficulty engaging in healthy relationships and I say that taking on the full understanding that I had engaged in toxic behavior in relationships, romantic and platonic. So on one hand, I think I should cut myself some slack, like obviously this is hard to learn and obviously I'm going to fuck it up on accident and I just need to keep working at it. But on the other hand I am like, so mad and sad and upset and I just feel defeated. Like it is so embarrassing to be a 23 year old adult woman going to grad school and being like, "yeah I really struggle making and keeping friends and I am still learning to navigate a lot of social systems and social queues." like ugh girl really. It's just not the vibe and that's so disappointing.

Another thing I have been thinking about is how hyper-vigilant my mother made me. I saw a tiktok this morning that really resonated with me. This lady was talking about how a parentified child can learn hyper-vigilance as a way to try to keep their parents/siblings happy by trying to read facial expressions and tone and try to manage how everyone in the household feels. She said it's a form of control and like, feeling like you have control of a situation. And then had the thought that maybe my childhood was my mom begging me to get control of her, and I never could. Because that's a ridiculous thing to ask a child I mean imagine me asking a one year old to help me get control of myself like, it's not gonna happen that one year old has never seen like a tiger yet its not even been bowling.

I just feel like I am getting better at identifying how I feel and trying to reach the root cause of it. I am beginning to think maybe the way to feel better about myself and make more friends is instead of examining every flaw I think I might have with a magnifying glass, pushing myself as hard as possible to fix it, maybe I just start accepting that the world is how it is, people are how they are, and maybe I am worth the time and effort it takes to be myself.

#journal

[mrslittletall]

Okay, I need to vent some more, but I will put it under a cut:

You know, people say that you only truly know your partner once you went through a crisis with them. Well, I am going through a crisis with my husband. I don't like the person he is. In fact, I am starting to hate him. That is not the man I married, I want to say, but deep down in myself, I know this part of him was always there, just hidden away. I never liked this part, but I could ignore it because the good outweighed the bad. Now I only have the bad. Technically he isn't at fault for anything. He didn't want to get sick, he didn't want to almost die. But I can't help but be mad at him for seemingly refusing to get better. I have done so much during these ten months. The flat never looked better. I took care of the cats. I did so many things on my own, like organizing repairs for my broken car and get a new fridge when the old one decided to break during 30C in the middle of Summer. How often did I put myself into a queue to get food for him because he disliked the hospital food. How often did I stand in a traffic jam during a route that is easily an hour even without traffic? I stood at his bedsite when he barely recognized me. I cried myself to sleep. I cried in the car. I wanted him home but when he was home I was seeing a sad sack that still couldn't get up on his own. How should I do my job if he can't stay alone? Speaking of, on top of that, I am still doing my job... I had the first two weeks off in the whole year and they were VERY needed. And then I have to wait for January where I might lose my driver's licence for two months. Then I can't do anything because my 30 minute commute will turn into a 90 minute commute. And still, despite everything, he went dead silent on me and doesn't even tell me what ails him. And when I called the hospital, they refused to tell me and said "He is able to tell me just fine, he is awake and can talk." So now I am really salty and mad. Did you know how anxious I was the last three days?! Especially yesterday where he went completely non contact. The last time that happened he nearly died! And then I learn that he is not dying this time, just lying in bed. He might feel bad, but is a simple message a day too much to ask?! I couldn't even call him because apparently his phone is shut off! Anyway, I will go and visit him today and I will chew him out on this! He is on his best way to lose me. FOREVER! But I know that I have to completely start over then... should I leave him in this state, his and my family will hate me for the rest of my life.

#little talks about stuff #husband hospital drama #vent

[chidoroki]

ahh i’m so mad for forgetting it was tpn’s 6th anniversary today.. i dunno how i can never remember that date. i don’t have anything planned though, which sucks because it’s kinda the most important day of the series ya know?? HOWEVER! i already finished my edit for emma’s birthday last week, so that’s pretty darn early for me! okay so it’s like 99% done, i gotta figure out one final touch, but yeah. and then isabella’s should be next but that’s not til september anyways. i remember very few birthdays..still upset i forgot about today though! i know i can always post something later this week but then it’s late! and that’s even if i get an idea in the first place hhmmm..

but in my defense it was an important day for me for a completely different reason though.. little Kona turned one today!!! love her. she’s too cute. she actually shares a birthday with my late great grandmother so that’s kinda sweet. (maybe now i won’f forget tpn’s anniversary either)

aside from that i feel like last week was real busy/eventful. dad had actually tested positive for covid tuesday so since we had dinner together the day before i worked from home all last week just to make sure i was okay (which i am thankfully). i don’t mind working from home, it allows me to sleep in a bit but having two screens instead of three is always a troublesome adjustment, and annoying if things get too stressful. every now and then there’s also some nights where i can’t even fall asleep and just feel incredible anxious..why i dunno. it feels random honestly.

it hasn’t been all bad though. i decided to read ahead with the paripi koumei manga and oh my god, the love i have for eiko is IMMENSE!! i honestly wasn’t expecting to get more of her backstory, but i’m so happy we did. i thought we were just gonna focus on the summer sonia concert stuff next, but it seems that is gonna be the final goal. so i’m really loving the direction the manga is going now with creating more songs and learning more of eiko’s past/family. it just makes sense. i debated in writing a whole post on it but idk yet, we’ll see. i dunno how often the manga updates, but i’ve only seen sites have up to ch49? but aahh i want her to succeed so badly! i really hope we get another season because i need to hear more of her lovely voice! THEN i forget what day i read ch113 of ft 100yq but MMHHMM that gruvia body swap! their reactions were great and i loved every moment and of course i’m looking forward to see how gray fights with juvia’s magic. i’m eagerly waiting for the day we get a trailer for the anime too.

then finally.. FINALLY the black clover manga is back! and i still think it’s hilarious that the three month hiatus started right as i finished the anime, like of course that’s just my luck! i think i caught up for just two new chapters then poof! break time! my friend has been begging me to watch since the anime started so i pushed it off for years, til something just.. clicked within me? i remember the movie trailer was announced months ago and friend was excited about it and naturally tried to convince me to start the series once more and i dunno exact words, but i’m pretty sure he compared it to fairy tail (which i sorta figured from the start anyways) but then said everyone from the squad got more focus/backstory, and i was like.. oh? so, that kinda did it for me. and damn it, i ended up loving the series. a lot. but better late than never i suppose! (and he totally has the right to say “told you so,” he deserved it. he even predicted that vanessa would end up as my favorite. so he’s right. again.) so sorry not sorry for all the spam. my queue was filled over 250+ at one point and stayed like that for weeks because i just kept adding more to it. it’s finally back around 50ish now because i FINALLY gone through the whole anime yet again (why do i queue all the gifs chronologically? i dunno!! i forget which series i started doing this with but now it feels necessary for me to do so! lowkey kinda hate it, makes it seem like i’m insane ahaaa. but now all that’s left is artwork that i can fangirl over, thank god!)

but now that the manga is back i’m debating on writing chapter reviews for it, though i doubt they’ll be as long as those i’ve done for tpn, but hhmmm. it’s just funny how i decide on doing such a thing whenever a series enters their final arcs. well, i say that but i haven’t done any for mha in.. years. probably won’t start those up though. i still read it sure but the story is meh to me sometimes. i enjoy the characters more and unfortunately those i really love don’t get much spotlight, maybe just a moment or two recently. always debating on reading ahead for no guns life too since i have no clue if the anime is gonna continue, but i definitely won’t for fire force since season3 has at least been confirmed, whenever.. same with tokyo revengers even though i’m getting real tempted with that one. and for the love of god i have to remember to read the psycho pass manga still! or however much i can find of it anyways!

what else is happening in my world right now, umm. almost a month away from splatoon3 thank god. i haven’t played my switch in a hot minute but once i got that then mmmhmm it’s over. then. scarlet & violet a couple months after too. OH! pokemon.. the masters 8 tournament has been bittersweet for me. the battles are rushed, even most take one episode, some of the moves and outcomes are just.. upsetting and strange. like i’ll never get over how dirty the writing handled the leon vs alain match. my boy deserved so much better. lance vs diantha was okay i guess and ya knew cynthia was gonna win against iris no problem. but then that battle with steven and ash.. idc what people say but there’s no way he should’ve won. after all that damage pikachu took from mega-metagross, he wins by one z-move and an iron tail of all things?? what?? (i think? i dont remember, i was annoyed). only bright side are all the cameos we’ve been getting. they only last a few seconds but they grant me SO MUCH happiness! seeing mairin, the johto trio, drew AND harley?? my heart was ecstatic! and i’m sure they’ll save all of ash’s traveling companions for his final match with leon, or at least i’m hoping so. i better see may and serena again darn it!

oh, and no joke but i swear i actually had a fucking contestshipping dream last night, which isn’t too surprising since i do indeed love them very much, but it was just randomly timed? like why now and not last month around their actual day when i rewatched all their episodes ya know?? but whatever. all it was was drew calling up may after some contest lose (in johto im assuming) to cheer her up. then some light teasing of course. that’s all i needed.

sometime during my incoherent rambling i did get an idea for an tpn anniversary edit. so i’ll definitely start on something for it tonight or tomorrow, unless i get caught up playing more pmd sky.. i started a randomizer yesterday and i’m enjoying myself. nostalgia hitting hard. but i would seriously love a new mystery dungeon.

#talking to myself #edit: as im posting this i just noticed a pokemon presents was announced for august 3rd! HELL YEAAHH more scarlet & violet news babyyy!!!!

[desertleviathan]

As I've been getting everyone ranked up high enough in their Grand Companies to buy apartments this week, I've decided a couple things about everyone's jobs from my roster of Sargatanas Server alts that I think will make leveling them all a bit more entertaining. In particular I shuffled classes around for more even coverage of roles, so that nobody's stuck with 100% DPS queues. Every character has either a Tank or a Healer, one Melee DPS, and one Ranged/Magical DPS, except for Siege who is of course already level 90 with everything, and Griever who has that Summoner/Scholar combo in addition to his main job being Gunbreaker.

So here's how it's shaking out, with rough story explanations for how:

CAPTAIN SIEGE ZABAC

While Siege is level 90 with every class, he has some favorites (because I have some favorites), and those are Dragoon, Monk, Machinist, Red Mage, Gunbreaker, and Sage. I expect Viper to join this roster just based on vibes from the preview.

You'll note Siege's Main Job list also covers the Main Job for every other character. They're all definitely going to hit 90 in those jobs because I love playing them, and the other jobs will be for fun if I have time.

For RP purposes, every other character is Siege's equal or better with their main job. He's the Warrior of Light because he can call on all these styles, and pick the one best suited to a given fight. He's also the one who did the canon job quests, with a couple exceptions.

FIRST MATE R'KHSANA JANNAT

VIPER (Main Job?): R'khsana is Pirate Royalty, and that job looks swashbucklery as hell. I'll figure out the story after it launches.

BARD: Having a ranged option is ideal for ship-to-ship combat, but she prefers a bow over a gun to honor the traditional hunting style of her mother's family, from the M tribe of Ala Mhigo.

WHITE MAGE: R'khsana studied Conjury to gain a better insight into the spiritual aetheric influences behind the Wind and Waves. Learning how to heal was just a nice bonus. (Swapped this for Astrologian with Usul.)

QUARTERMASTER GRIEVER STRZYGASCH

GUNBREAKER (Main Job): Griever was a smuggler with close ties to the Bozja Resistance, although he didn't take up the Gunblade until later in life when he followed Siege back to his homeland to drive the IVth legion out for good. It was there that the two old friends learned this combat style side by side.

SUMMONER: After helping defeat the manifestation of Queen Gunnhildr, Griever became very interested in the study of Primals, and took advantage of the Amaranthine Maw Pirates' close ties to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn to compare research with the likes of Urianger and Y'shtola, the latter of whom introduced him to Y'mhitra. He is a thoughtful, cautious enough man that all of the above parties trust him to use this knowledge responsibly.

SCHOLAR: I play him more like Alphinaud before the change to Sage, an Arcanist oriented more towards healing than harming. He finds Siege's tales of the Tonberries of Nym fascinating though, and may seek them out for training some day. This was his fighting style before the events of the Bozja story arc.

CHAPLAIN PENITENT CORMORANT

MONK (Main Job): The worship of Rhalgr was not unknown among the Hellsguard villages in the parts of Abalathia's Spine closest to Ala Mhigo, and some but not all of the martial traditions of the Fists of Rhalgr were shared with the local faithful, surviving the Mad King's purge. What Penitent wasn't able to learn directly in her youth, she's re-developed on her own or picked up from sparring with Siege, who does treat the Monk questline as canon.

WARRIOR: Penitent found a lot of similarities between the way she learned to wield an axe as a Hellsguard and the way she learned as a member of the Marauder's Guild during her early years sailing. When she encountered Curious Gorge, she jumped at the opportunity to restore a style developed by her people... and turned out to be more than angry enough to master it. (Swapped this for Dark Knight with Lunaticia.)

BLACK MAGE: Thaumaturgy is a highly effective magical art for a professional spirit-wrangler. Penitent's variant is probably native to Abalathia's Spine rather than derived from the Thaumaturges Guild. In any case she definitely wouldn't be foolhardy enough to actually learn Black Magic if given a chance, but approaches the same potency through her people's traditional methods.

MASTER-AT-ARMS LUNATICIA CERISE

RED MAGE (Main Job): Luna comes from unusual circumstances, child of a Garlean father an Hingashi mother. While she's not fully incapable of using aether like a pure-blooded Garlean, she struggled with control. She met X'rhun Tia during his travels and found the style of carefully balancing one's internal aether to be just the tool she needed to refine her control. And then she was involved in the Red Mage storyline around the Demon Lilith, when it became clear that she, like Araya, was one of the Nightkin, those descended from the archmage who orignally bound Lilith, from whose bloodline the demon was attempting to forge a new vessel for herself. The unlikely union of Luna's parents may have resulted from Lilith's influence, but her Garlean blood weakened her innate magical potential sufficiently for her to be declared a failure... before she overcame it, and joined Araya and X'Rhun Tia to vanquish Lilith.

REAPER: Luna spent most of her life denying and hating her Garlean heritage. But in my canon she didn't kill Lilith in the Red Mage quests, she bound the demon to herself in a new pact of service, then sought out distant relatives of her father's who still maintained this largely abandoned fighting style to learn how to control Lilith's power.

DARK KNIGHT: You think this girl, who gave herself a supervillain style pseudonym even before she bound a living demon to her spirit as a battery, doesn't have a dark side to draw on? Ok, mainly Luna is a Dark Knight because when I made a version of her in Soul Calibur (in imitation of the original version of this character from City of Heroes), I used Nightmare's power set. I don't think I'm treating the DRK job quests as canon for her, as I'm one of the rare few who honestly didn't like them that much. I'm going to say Sidurgu taught her because he saw her flipping the hell out at someone and was like "Whoa, damn, you may have strong aether control but you need to learn emotional control." (Swapped this for Warrior with Penitent.)

CHIEF ENGINEER LOCKPIX BURGLEBANKS

MACHINIST (Main Job): Listen, I love Stephanivien and his quests and still treat them as canon for Siege, but Lockpix developed this fighting style independently. He's a mechanical genius who made all his own guns and gadgets. It's just convergent evolution.

NINJA: Lockpix was trained by his adopted Goblin family first and foremost as a Thief, and this is the class that most closely approximates that. All his Ninjutsu attacks will be treated as alchemical bombs instead.

PALADIN: Later in life Lockpix became curious about his birth parents. Mainly because he wondered if they had any money that he could, you know, inherit. But what he discovered was that his father was a member of the Sultansworn, discretely dispatched along with his mother in a "bandit attack" to strip away another of Nanamo's parents' defenders before they were also assassinated. He hasn't told any crew members or his Gobbieflock about this, but he's been meeting in secret with Papashan to hear stories, and been gifted his dad's old sword. (Engaged in a three-way swap, taking this from Usul and giving the hypothetical new Caster DPS from Dawntrail to Pandora.)

NAVIGATOR USUL HARAGIN

DRAGOON (Main Job): Usul is one of the few members of the Mako's crew who met Siege first as the Warrior of Light rather than as a Pirate. Driven by visions to set sail from the Azim Steppe, Usul roamed the northern seas until he came to Ishgard, where Nidhogg's Eye resonated just as much with him as it did with Siege or Estinien. That's right, my canon has three Azure Dragoons, although only Siege is doubly-blessed by Midgardsormr.

ASTROLOGIAN: While he was in Ishgard, Usul also became involved in this questline, but he first drew Leveva's attention by utilizing the rudiments of star magic that he'd taught himself as a navigator. In Leveva's estimation it's entirely likely that Usul would have developed something close to mastery of this type of magic even if he'd never met a Sharlayan.

DANCER: The Haragin tribe often say that they've been everywhere that the sea touches. Radz-at-han isn't that far from the Azim Steppe, and the Haragins encountered the Kriegstanze in its homeland, where some members of the tribe learned it and brought it home. Usul never considered himself particularly adept compared to some of his kin, but he liked how the style's use of aether to control its weapons meant he could have a ranged fighting style without having to pack a lot of ammunition on his tiny boat. And he also liked how the dances served as a meditative tool in his shamanic studies, helping him feel at one with the moving currents of aether. And he also liked how being a good dancer expanded his potential circle of romantic partners so far beyond the limits normally imposed by his dour and introverted disposition. This was how he fought before becoming a Dragoon. (Engaged in a three-way swap to take this from Pandora and give Paladin to Lockpix.)

DOCTOR PANDORA JARNVIDR

SAGE (Main Job): Pandora has been around for a while, and enjoys full Sharlayan citizenship from her time as a teacher at the Studium, a position she's left and returned to half a dozen times over the decades. The pursuit of medical magic is her primary drive ever since her home village was eradicated by plague when she was a child. She isn't just a Sage, she was on the forefront of developing the modern style of somanoutics, although that was a very long time ago. It's only recently that she's been coaxed into dragging her expertise out of the laboratory and doing some field research, so while she has a comprehensive grasp of theory, she's a bit out of practice with the realities of battlefield magic.

SAMURAI: Honestly, it's all about Usagi Yojimbo. How does anyone have a Viera that's not a Samurai, that's what I want to know? I'll figure out the story of where and how Pandora learned this eventually, but I'll tell you this much, it won't be from the Sekiseigumi (ACAB). This is probably how she fought when she was part of R'kshasa Nunh's crew back in the day.

THE UNREVEALED CASTER DPS FROM DAWNTRAIL: It's got to go somewhere, everyone else has 3 classes, and Pandora's status as a ~300 year old mage puts her in the best position to justify it. I had this with Lockpix originally because I thought Ink Mage/Painter/Pictomancer was it for sure and he could study it to enhance his skills at forgery for a broader criminal skillset, but that suspiciously Green Mage looking earring in Krile's envelope has me doubting. (Engaged in a three-way swap to take this from Lockpix and give Dancer to Usul.)

Hopefully whatever comes after Dawntrail doesn't mess my pattern up too much, but I guess it's pretty premature to worry about it.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #captain siege zabac #r'khsana jannat #griever strzygasch #penitent cormorant #lunaticia cerise #lockpix burglebanks #usul haragin #pandora jarnvidr

[ahungeringknife]

365: April 28

Savant was excited to play Gambit. Well he was excited to oogle at Drifter when he got the chance. But that was basically the same thing! As he was getting his gear together he had Orion call Eric. "You ready to go?" he knew she was awake at this hour. Her sleep schedule had slowly drifted the past few years since she'd gotten Gup so she was at least awake when he woke up to feed him breakfast.

"Go?" Eric's voice sounded out of Orion's still ringed body.

"Yeah! Gambit," Savant said.

"Oh. I totally forgot. Can't," she said and he could hear the shrug in her voice. "I was banned."

Savant paused for a moment. "You were what?"

"Drifter sent me a message after Gambit ended for the day saying I wasn't allowed to queue up with my friends. Didn't you get one? Guppy and Jaxon both called bitching up a storm about it."

"No?" But Savant was also the one to drag them into Gambit. "So like... banned from playing with Guppy and Jaxon?"

"And you," she said candidly.

"Yeah! The man said you exploded too much," Gup's little voice chimed in over Ghostie.

"He said you went Super too much," Eric corrected. "And also that Legion's too efficient in a group. Which... yeah," she sighed.

"But it was fun," Savant protested but thinking back on yesterday... Those games had been very fast. Some of the fastest he'd ever played. Drifter had almost been at a loss for words. A first!

"So I'm banned from playing with you so I don't really feel like playing," Eric said.

"Mom's going to make me a cake made of meat," Gup said excitedly.

"I-- well that's... unfortunate."

"Sorry, babe. You're going to have to get Drifter's attention on your own," she teased him.

"That's not why I-!" his voice box cracked traitorously. He made an electrical buzzing noise that made Eric giggle. "Running with random invaders suck," he whined.

"Then I guess you better learn," Eric said.

"But I can't hit head shots! That's like my whole deal I just spray and pray and throw Void around like confetti!" Eric and Gup laughed on the other end.

"If you stick it out a week and still want to keep it up I'll train you how to actually snipe."

Savant stared at Orion and through him to Eric. Eric was the best sniper in the Legion and the Legion was the best Hunters in the Tower (more or less). That meant Eric was near the top if not the top for Guardians who could snipe. He'd seen her do it for decades working with her in the Legion but every time it was just... insane. She was absolutely insane with a gun. Any gun really. "Really?" he asked.

"Sure. If you want," Eric said.

"Guppy's going to be so mad," Savant said, absolutely living for it now. Guppy was a good Hunter, a good Gunslinger, he had to be, he was a Legion Scout. But he and everyone else in the Legion knew Eric was a better shot. And since Eric had been in the Legion Guppy had wanted to know the 'secret sauce', whatever crazy ass juice Eric had that made her so good. Some personal one-on-one lessons from the gun god herself.

Eric laughed again. "Yeah whatever," she said dismissively. "Now I was in the middle of making me and Gup breakfast. So you go have fun in Gambit."

"And we'll make a cake!" Gup cried. "A meat cake!"

"I don't even want to know," Savant said in a Golden Age language Eric knew but Gup didn't. It made her laugh. "Okay. I'll let you know how it went," he switched back to the City tongue.

"Have fun."

"Have fun!" Gup mimicked.

Orion's rings started spinning again as Ghostie closed the transmission. "Eric is so nice," Orion chirped. Savant knew the only thing Orion had taken out of that conversation was it was with Eric. And Orion liked Eric. Therefore Eric was nice. That was it.

"Yeah she is. Okay let's go," and he collected his Ghost and headed out the door.

#365 #writeblr #writblr #fanfiction #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game

[vanillahub]

Name / Alias: Vani Are you over 18? Yes / No Is your muse(s) over 18? Yes / No / Depends on the muse & verse When was your blog established? This blog was created at the end of 2022 and start of 2023. That's when I moved here! REPOST, DON'T REBLOG!

– W R I T I N G –

Are you selective about who you write with? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only).

Life gets busy for me, I tend to also feel overwhelmed easily so I’d rather keep my circle small so I can provide everyone with a good RPing experience!

Are you selective about who you follow? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people).

If your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / Not Applicable.

Star wars’ lore is MASSIVE... As a result, I try to learn more about it through bits and pieces, I choose what I feel like will work best for my interpretations then fill in the gaps however I feel like. Pokemon's lore is very chill, easy to digest and fun to play around with! Even if there isn't much for many characters, but I still try to stick with the timeline of events that most fans agrees with. Saint Seiya's lore is what I'm currently learning more about! So far, it's kinda of chill like Pokemon's but it is fun to think of, like it is with SW's.

What post lengths do you write? One-Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella / All of the aforementioned.

One-liners are only for crack/dash shenanigans. Shorter responses work best for Discord RPs. But on tumblr, I have a huge preference for lengthier threads.

Do you use icons and/or GIFS? No / Gifs / Icons / Yes / Sometimes.

I used to love using icons, I had tons of fun with both iconing and making borders for them. BUT I've dropped them in favor of banners. ATP I got too many muses, and it'd drive me MAD to make them for each one of them. My banners are meant to fill in the void left by icons, and this way it challenges me to put more effort on my writing.

Do you write on other platforms? No / Yes

Discord, mutuals are welcomed to ask for it <;3

What level of plots do you write? Unplotted / Open-Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics / All of the aforementioned

I have a huge preference for plotted stuff. Knowing the course of events and my partner’s muse makes things a lot easier for me, and overall it is a lot more enjoyable to me.

How quickly do you usually respond to threads? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks) / Average (1-2 weeks) / Fast (less than one week) / Very Fast (less than three days)

It depends on the kind of thread & the size of it TBH. Usually speaking, I'm fast to get to RP responses, but I rely on my queue to deliver them. It helps me to space out RP responses, and manage the numbers of RP threads I have going. I can't stress enough how this method helps me SO MUCH, to prevent any form of burnouts. It may seem like I tend to respond faster to Discord rps, simply because the threads there tend to be shorter in size. But it is mainly due to the fact, there isn’t a queue system.

What types of themes do you like? Adventure / Romance / Fluff / ANGST / Violence / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / All of the aforementioned

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? ( Feel free to add! ) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Smut / Adventure / Espionage / All of the aforementioned

Are there any themes you’re uncomfortable writing on your blog? (Not triggers) No / Yes / Sometimes

Gore can leave me feeling ill, graphic descriptions of injuries/blood/etc can cause me to feel nauseous. Overall it is something, I'd rather avoid reading altogether. I'm also uncomfortable writing adult/minor and incestuous relationships.

Do you have any triggers? How do you request it tagged?

I have no triggers! But I would like that my mutuals tagged anything related to current world events/politics. I get how heated these subjects are to many people. However, I’m not an American, when I’m on my RP blogs I don’t want to see those things. Trust me, if I wanted to know more about it, I'd search for reputable sources of information. And not random blogs, that could be spreading misinformation or fear mongering, uninformed people. No one benefits from these types of situations. I've been in the RPC for many years, and this shit shouldn't be seen an acceptable way to behave online. Spoiler alert: You're not a grand savior, just bc you reblogged a post that had something to do, with whatever may be happening. Not everyone on Tumblr is from the US.

– S H I P P I N G –

What types of relationships are you open to?

Romantic / Platonic / Familial / All of the aforementioned

It all depends on the chemistry, and IC development. I’m extremely picky about platonic/familial relationships, due to having some really awful experiences with it in the past.

What types of pre-established relationships are you open to? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / All of the aforementioned

See the answer above. So long as we have managed to come up with something that works well for both muses, it’s all good for me.

Do you have OTPs? No / Chemistry Only / Yes

I do! My ship bias lists can be found on my muses about docs/pages!

Do you have NOTPS? No / Yes

They can be found on my muses about sections/docs as "ships I refuse to romantically write". These can range either for my own comfort, to me straight up not liking them.

What is your muse’s sexual orientation? Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Pansexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Still trying to figure it out / Depends on the muse you’re asking

See their infos

What is your muse’s romantic orientation? Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Still trying to figure it out / Depends on the muse you’re asking

See their infos

Are you comfortable writing smut? No / Selectively / Yes

I have a NSFW side blog just for that, even though I haven’t used it in ages LMAO. I just have been preferring to write NSFW stuff on discord lately. With that said though, not all of my muses are open for it.

How early in a relationship do you ship romantically? Autoship / During plotting / After a couple IC interactions / Several IC interactions / Slow burn / Plot dependent / Never

Man it just happens.

Are you open to toxic ships? No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure

With that said, I’m selective about who I’d write such subject. I personally, prefer doing this by myself. I’m not opposed to writing it with others, I just want to make sure nothing will be romanticized during the plotting/writing of such relationship. And due to a few bad apples in the past, I’ve become wary of giving others a shot at this.

Are you open to problematic ships?

No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure

Bruh, anything can be considered problematic in this day & age, let's go grab some juice instead. I have ships where, a good chunk of their respective fandoms have labelled them as "problematic". But then when you look at my writing, I'm not writing the "problematic" things the fandom claims them to be as. In the end of the day, my followers and mutuals are highly encourged to curate their stay. This includes, blacklisting to their hearts' content. I feel like we as online fandoms have devolved so much, to a point you will likely find a mfer claiming how shipping in itself is problematic. As well as how you must be ashamed, to enjoy pairing fictional characters in general. Anyway hit me with whatever you want, and I’ll be the judge of what I want to write or not.

Are you open to polyshipping? No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure

It depends on the muse you’re asking for. This is something that's more dependent on IC reasons, than OOC ones. Many of my muses wouldn't approve or be open, for a relationship like that.

Are you an exclusive shipper? Never / Sometimes / Yes / I would be open to discuss it

No, absolutely not. I’ve never had any luck with exclusivity, and after many failed attempts. i’ve come to the conclusion, it just isn’t for me.

Does crack shipping ever happen? Nope / Yes / depends / altho they gradually become normal ships

Stares @ all of my ships and sweats.

#[ rambles ]

[deshoveledmess]

2022, The Year of Growth

Well, 2022 officially ended, it’s currently 020123 1121H. I’m currently at Mellower, a cafe near Bugis station in Singapore. Ordered a $9 pour-over coffee (Why is pour over so expensive when the equipment needed is so much cheaper than espressos?), and writing a brief reflection on the year of 2022. So many things happened recently and in the past year. I was recently appointed as 2IC (Second-in-Command) and will serve a term of three months before appointing the next one. That aside, let’s take a trip down memory lane, month by month, and see how 2022 helped me to grow.

January Here’s the turning point of my life, really, enlistment month. Jan 2nd, I shaved off all my hair, and on Jan 6th, I reported to camp, ready (or not so ready), for my first day on Tekong Island. After falling sick, and booking out, during confinement week, I went home for a short rest before heading back in, and on January 21st, alongside my section mates, we all booked out for the first time together, taking a commemorative photo on the bus. Special shoutout to my section mates Jeremy, PC, Hifzillah, Hansel, Enrico, Solomon, Darren, Xavier, John, Wei Zhe, Theijes, and Taiyu for sticking it through BMT together.

February Queue my obsession with Coffee and cafe hopping. During the next few months, I spent so much money on cafe hopping with my friend Irving.; It was... pretty bad. We went once per bookout, going to roughly 4 or 5 cafes per session. My bank account would not be this sad if we had cut back on the amount of cafes we went to. Oh yea, we also went to PS Cafe at Dempsey Hill, and there was this mad cute waitress there. Her smile, the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Even though she was wearing a mask, the way her eyes smiled as well, oh man. My friends also threw me an early birthday celebration and I got to eat Aunty Shirley’s to-die-for Ondeh Ondeh Cake. My cousin’s threw me a celebration as well, it was a lovely time. On my actual birthday, I went shopping by myself, I ate at a semi fancy Japanese restaurant, and bought myself a watch, further expanding my watch collection.

March POP loh! Congrats to Mohawk Company on the Passing Out Parade, although virtual, it was definitely a celebratory moment. Completion of our 2 months in Tekong Island. I received the “Best in Platoon” award. We got a 5 day block leave, which I fell sick on and wasted 5 days of leave, but received our postings on the Friday of that week. SEA SOLDIER, it said. What’s that? well.... it’s essentially a naval security trooper. I dreaded the idea of being a security trooper, after all, they were just called glorified security guards. However, I would come to call ourselves as Base Defense Specialists. I reported to IDTI (Island Defense Training Instituition) at Clementi Camp for a 5 week security trooper course. Aside from that, I went to Uncle Alvin’s house and prepared a 3 course meal with Ashley for friends. It was a sashimi starter, which required some plating work, a beef steak served with sweet potato puree, and desert was an apple ratatouille with fresh cream.

April First ever bouldering session at Bukit Timah Bff Climb w/ PC and Enrico. Absolutely grateful to PC for introducing us to this sport. We started climbing more with friends from BMT, and still do to this day. At IDTI I learned to fire a GPMG, really cool. One thing to note, this gun can explode... so ya gotta move quick. All in all, what an experience, not every0one is trained to fire 2 guns. Halfway through april, I graduated from IDTI and earned my second “Best in Platoon” award. From here, I was posted to DSTB (Defense and Security Training Branch) at Tuas Naval Base. Here, we went through a 3 week Naval Conversion Course. After which I graduated, without an award :( ahahahahah.

May Welcome to Changi Defense Squadron. I was resolute on joining the boating team at Changi Naval Base. After arguing my way to be posted far from my home, I was informed that, due to my health, I would be unable to join that boating team. During another short 3 week training course at HQ, we took a couple tests, and turned out on the last day of our training. I will never forget that turnout. Officers we had never seen before kicked open the door with a speaker blasting an air raid siren and started shouting at us. Since we had never seen them before, and as they were not in uniform, we all thought it was a prank played on us by our seniors. However, with the emergence of our training officer, we scrambled our bearings together and rushed downstairs. It is here, that I would like to note that, since this was the last day, we all had made Ice tea to consume together. However, we were forced to pour it out and fill our bottles back up with water. being in a rush, this left us with a mixture of half ice tea half water. After dropping 60 over push ups, and bear crawling around the parking lot, we stood at attention for a water parade, where, our officer instructed us to pour our water over ourselves reasoning that “Y’all are sea soldiers. Why y’all scared of a bit of water. You think the rain will stop for you isit? Fucking pour the water now!” Yea, fun times.

210522 Well, this was it, the last straw. I know this is already a pretty long post, but I think this was probably one of the most important days of the year. The last few messages I ever sent to Nat. It probably wasn’t the best way to end things? Neither was it very conclusive? I just kinda stopped texting her after that. From graduation till this day, I texted her every now and then to check up on her, hoping that a relationship was still possible after I made my return to Canada. Today was the final day. The whole time I was writing posts about giving up, I never actually meant them. It was the sort of copium you’d think it was. Delusional. It was tough. tough not to talk to her, tough not to want to just slip a message to her. Just to say hi or something. But anyways, it’s been, what, 7 months now? I hit the living fuck out of the gym, I started going out with friends more, I started to seize life by the throat, I didn’t want to wait around any longer. I think I can confidently say I’m no longer obsessed with the delusion, but I do think she still holds a very special place in my heart, i just, never want to see her again. Well, this would make class reunions a little biut awkward, but oh well. Yeah, I wish I don’t see or hear from her again, who knows what will happen if I do. But you know what they say, be careful what you wish for.

June Gym, and a lot of it. I started experiencing bad back pain back in April. This was when one of my sergeants in IDTI suggested I start training my back. He noticed that my arms and chest were developed, however, my back might not have had the strength to support that weight. So, well, here begins my gym journey. I never really documented any progress, just took the occasional mirror photo every once in a while. But, I started off not being able to deadlift, now hitting 150kg 1 rep. Benching 60kg, and squatting 60kg. I gained overall probably another 6kg, but It’s not all muscle. Working on that.

To Be Cont’d...

[peppermint-joys]

Headcanons for Dad Bruno Au… Pt. 3

Warnings: Encanto Spoilers?

a/n: Thinking the next chapter will be shorter. It’s finals week for me. I’d love to here some of your thoughts on the au thus far.

Calling the posts “chapters” because I want to.

prompt: My Single Dad Bruno au a continuation.

Adelita Chapters: (1) (2) 3 (4) (5) (6)

Starting out with Adelita’s mami’s birthday:

Adelita’s abuela continued to celebrate her daughter’s birthday despite her passing. It was a small celebration.

The two would picnic beside the river, Adelita’s mother’s favorite place. Bake pan tres leches for dessert and dinner they’d have only her mother’s favorite foods.

It was late, she was supposed to be asleep, instead tiptoeing through the kitchen to retrieve the slice of cake she’d saved for Bruno.

“Mi querida hija. Feliz cincuentenario, mi amor. Oh, desearía que estuvieras aquí para ver a la maravillosa persona en la que se está convirtiendo tu hija.Estarías muy orgulloso.” - Abuela.

She couldn’t help but overhear her abuela’s prayer.

“Cariño. Es una chica tan brillante, pero solitaria.Me preocupo. No soy tan joven como antes...” - Abuela.

She just chills at the window while Bruno chats away and enjoys the pan tres leches, her mind elsewhere.

Bruno’s noticed she combs and holds on to her ponytail when something is bothering her.

“Hey, peque are you okay?” - Bruno

“Hmm?” Her grip tightened around her ponytail. “Yeah… no. Today was mami’s birthday.” - Adelita

She tells Bruno her family history, everything she remembers Abuela telling her, managing to avoid the topic of her father.

“It’s just me and Abuela now. And you… Bruni, what was your family like?” - Adelita.

…

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. Goodnight Bruni.” - Adelita.

She didn’t sleep. Her thoughts had been consumed by the words of her abuela.

Instead, she made a plan; there were drawings.

Adelita is in a rush the next morning, speeding through breakfast.

Her lizard got upset because they didn’t get a chance to catch any crickets.

But before she’s out the door, her abuela needs one more good hug and a peck on the cheek.

Instead of taking her usual path into the village, she cut through the jungle.

One second she was looking up at the swath of green foliage overhead, the next she was back on the dirt path.

“Are you mad? You don’t just go walking in the jungle by yourself!?” - Bruno.

“Bruni! I found you! You know everything, right? Teach me to make friends! Please.” - Adelita.

Bruno tries to convince her he is not the person she wants for the task. But-

“Please. Pretty please. It’s really super important. So important I said please three times.” - Adelita.

She did say please and holy moly those eyes that pout.

How hard can it be? Making friends?

Adelita squeals like crazy. He’d forgotten how loud kids can be.

“Thank you, thank you!“ she beamed, hugging tightly around the waist. - Adelita.

Bruno is still getting used to her hugs.

Learning how to make friends, Adelita gets to spend more time with Bruno during the day.

They gather in a small oasis clearing in the jungle. Bruno doesn’t mind her being there as long as she doesn’t leave his sight.

Over the length of a week or so - Queue the cliche Disney montage.

Adelita sitting on a stump taking notes surrounded by jungle animals… Bruno trying to braid her hair as she chatters away… Adelita teaches Bruno a special handshake… the two enjoy lunch together in the shade of a ceiba tree.

Finally the day arrives when they're both sure she’s ready.

Bruno notices her gripping her hair, lingering by the foliage, watching the other children play.

“I’ve seen you, you know, watching them. You want to play with them, don’t you? So why don’t you?” - Bruno.

“What if—what if they don’t like me? What if I’m not… good enough?” - Adelita.

“Lita. There’s no need to worry. You are, without a doubt, the most awesome kid I’ve ever crossed paths with. You're one of a kind, kid. And if they don’t see that, they're going to miss out on having the coolest kid as their friend.” - Bruno.

For the first time in a long time, he’s the one to initiate a hug.

The little peanut just stood in the middle of the action. Everything she’d learned abandoned her. She garnered some confused looks and there were whispers, but most just mind their business.

“Is that an anole?”

One child in particular notices the lizard hanging on her shoulder.

“Mmhm. Their name’s Pegajoso. You can hold them, they won’t mind.” - Adelita.

Her lizard friend takes a real shine to the boy.

“Soy Adelita Guerreo.” - Adelita.

“Antonio, Antonio Madrigal.” - Antonio.

The little boy, Antonio, invited her to play rana.

Her Abuela would be so relieved, so proud.

Bruno is proud. Proud papi.

“So do you like lizards?” - Adelita.

“I like all animals, but my favorites are jaguars. Rawr!” - Antonio.

“Wow!” - Adelita.

A friend. A perfect match.

-

Spanish translation

*My dear daughter. Happy fiftieth birthday, my love. Oh, I wish you were here to see the wonderful person your daughter is becoming. You would be very proud.

*My darling. She is such a bright girl, but lonely. I worry. I am not as young as once was…

#encanto #encanto spoilers #encanto au #bruno #bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #bruno madrigal headcanons #adelita #adelita guerrero #adelita encanto #the madrigals #encanto imagine #oc #oc insert #chapter 3 #dad bruno au #antonio #antonio madrigal #antonio encanto

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where Ethan is pretending

Description | When you bump into Ethan in Paris, you fail to mention that you know exactly who he is. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep it up when he asks you out for a drink.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | Ethan x gn!Reader (with the exception of one female pet name)

Word Count | 2071

Taglist | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans

***

There was no way you were staying in the same place that Måneskin had just arrived at. There was no way, you kept telling yourself. Paris was a massive city, the number of available hotels in the hundreds, maybe thousands if you had to guess. And yet, somehow, you had managed to pick the one place one of your new favourite obsessions would spend their time. You knew it didn't mean much, the hotel had more than a couple of rooms and with your luck, you wouldn't even catch a glimpse of them. But as you kept scrolling through Instagram, seeing pictures of people meeting the four Italians in front of the place you had checked into mere days ago, you couldn't fight a little bubble of excitement forming in your chest.

Well, you told yourself you wouldn't get your hopes up. And you definitely wouldn't hang around in front of the hotel or in the lobby. You had booked your solo trip to Paris months ago, after dreaming about visiting the city for most of your life, and you would be damned if you wouldn't stick to your itinerary and enjoy your holiday. However - you had gotten up at what felt like dawn to go queue up for the Louvre and spent the last couple of hours there, so you decided that a nap was the way to go if you wanted to continue exploring the city in the evening. Fortunately, the walk back to the hotel wasn't long.

You had made it to the last corner before entering the street you were aiming for, when two giggling girls ran past you, unceremoniously bumping your shoulder and sending you tumbling. You were fully expecting to hit the ground, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught you and brought you back to your feet. A pair of strong arms belonging to a strong chest that you came face-to-face with, belonging to a gorgeous face, belonging to Ethan Torchio.

"Tu vas bien?" His broad French accent confused you, momentarily forgetting about the little detail that you were, in fact, in France, as you stared at the drummer in front of you, who was still protectively holding onto your upper arms.

"Huh?" Was the immensely intelligent answer that thus left your mouth.

"Oh, not French?"

"No, definitely not French." You finally said, taking a step back from him to avoid the increasing awkwardness you were feeling about being touched by him, while the two girls who had previously knocked you down were now lingering around the two of you suspiciously, not coming close enough to be rude, but obviously desperate to get their own piece of Ethan. "No, just a tourist."

"Me too," Ethan smiled. "A tourist, I mean. Well, kind of. I'm here with my band so it's not like we have time to do a lot of sightseeing."

He briefly turned around to look at the two girls who still seemed frustrated at you hogging his time and gave a small wave before turning back to you. It was the movement that made you realise he had the most gorgeous red rose tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Well, it used to be the most gorgeous rose - after your little crash, it had bent in the middle, the top hanging only by a thread, in the most miserable fashion.

"Oh, no I am so sorry!" You gasped, carefully grasping the delicate petals that were on the verge of breaking off. "I must have crashed into it when you caught me."

"Don't worry about it," Ethan said, softly, and pulled the stem from his waistband. The flower looked even more tragic now, in all its crushed glory. "A fan gave it to me a few minutes ago."

"Huh?" You surely proved yourself articulate in this conversation. You mentally hit yourself, angry at yourself for being so easily flustered.

"There are a few fans waiting in front of our hotel, because we're in a ... band ... and things."

Apparently, your awkwardness was contagious. Also, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ethan thought that you had no idea who he was.

"Let me get you a new one," you suggested. "There's a flower shop just two doors down from the hotel - I mean, I am staying there, too, so I know."

He smiled at you with a serenity and calmness that had your heart soaring. You decided you'd be willing to buy him a million roses if only he kept smiling at you like that for a little longer.

"Well, I've got to go now, but it would be rude to refuse your offer. Meet you in the bar of the hotel at 8 tonight?"

No way this was happening. You almost gasped, but at the last moment managed to keep your cool, outwardly. On the inside, you were a mess. Bumping into the drummer of one of your favourite bands was a wonderful chance meeting as it was - but this almost sounded like a date. Now, of course, Ethan wouldn't be asking you out on a date. That would be ridiculous. But there was also no way you would miss out on a chance to meet him again. Preferably without those two giggling girls that were still standing behind him, watching every move of your interaction but luckily too far away to hear what you were saying.

"It's a d- uh, deal," you quickly recovered before almost spitting out the word date instead. Ethan chuckled.

"Right, see you later, then, for our... deal."

He had seen right through you anyway, you thought. But he was still laughing, so it wasn't all that bad - right?

With another quick touch to your upper arm, Ethan walked past you, turning around just one last time.

"My name is Ethan, by the way. You can tell me yours tonight."

Oh, you would.

***

The rest of the day was... well, restless. You couldn't nap because your mind was a whirlwind and your stomach was twisting with excitement. So instead, you had made sure to get the prettiest red rose you could find in the flower shop down the street - while slightly wincing at the price that a shop in the center of the city of love demanded - and put it in a glass the hotel receptionist had been nice to give to you. Then you had decided that there was no way you would manage to relax before 8, so you allowed yourself a few hours simply wandering through the city, no real destination, no itinerary for once, just a nice long stroll with nothing but your thoughts.

At five past eight - being slightly late was still cool, right? - you did a quick check-up in the mirror, realised you were not going to get any happier with your appearance whatever you tried to do at this point, grabbed the rose from its makeshift vase, and left your room.

It only took you a second to see him when you entered the little bar on the ground floor of the hotel. Even in the dim light, the white blouse that he had already been wearing when you met for the first time stood out like a sore thumb. Long dark hair fell over his back in a silky fashion. You had never wanted to touch anyone's hair more.

You took one more deep breath and then walked over to Ethan, smile on your face and rose in your hand.

"A rose for the handsome gentleman?"

Ethan almost jumped, apparently not having heard you coming, but quickly a smirk spread over his face while he stood up.

"I'll take the rose and your name, then."

"It's Y/n."

Ethan greeted you with a soft kiss to your cheek, before taking the rose, pulling your chair back, and inviting you to sit. It was almost ridiculously romantic and if it had been anyone else it would have seemed over-the-top and off-putting, but with Ethan it seemed sincere and fitting.

"Glass of wine, Y/n?" He asked as he casually waved the waiter over to your table.

"Just one. I want to get up early tomorrow for some more sightseeing."

***

It didn't end up being just one glass. It ended up another one and then a bottle shared. But it also ended up with three hours of talking, laughing, teasing, and slowly moving your chairs closer together until you were basically sitting on the same side of the table. You had asked him about his band - still trying to cover up that you knew exactly who they were out of pure fear that he'd reject you for being a fan - and he has asked about your job, your life, your family. In fact, you only left the bar when the waiter had started throwing you annoyed looks while demonstratively cleaning the tables around you.

"I'll bring you to your room," Ethan chuckled lightly as you waited for the elevator. His hand was on the small of your back and it was spreading tingles all through your body. You were standing close enough that you could smell his perfume, a light yet musky scent that encapsulated everything about him.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he lightly pushed you inside and you found yourself not minding him leading you like this. You pressed the button for your floor, leaning against the wall as you studied the man in front of you. He was a thing of beauty, no question about it, and when he smiled down at you the way he was right then and there, he made you feel like one, too.

"I had a lovely evening, Y/n. Is there any chance I could get your number?"

What a question, you thought to yourself. You'd be mad to refuse him!

You dug your phone out of your cluttered bag. You had switched numbers just a few weeks ago and had not yet learned the new digits by heart. Quickly, you switched it on - and your heart sank. Oh crap. You had completely forgotten about this.

The lockscreen of your phone was a picture of Måneskin.

As you looked up, you realized Ethan had seen. And, contrarily to the reaction that you were anticipating, he was wearing a massive grin.

"Ethan, I am so sorry, I should have told you immediately when we met but I kind of just stumbled into this and you were explaining you were in a band and I didn't know how to say-"

"Dolcezza, calm down. I've known all along."

"Wait - what?"

He didn't explain. Instead, he pointed to your bag - your tote bag - your Måneskin tote bag.

You truly felt like the least intelligent life form on earth.

"I've been carrying that around all day, haven't I?"

While your embarrassment grew, face heating up, Ethan grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his body. His arms tightly wrapped around your body and you could feel his giggles in his chest, as your head was pressed against it. You didn't hesitate in reciprocating, clinging onto his torso, slowly swinging from side to side. Both of you caught in a tipsy stupor.

You only stopped when the elevator arrived at your floor, both of you stumbling out and dragging each other to your door while clinging on. When you reached your room, you let your back lean against it, pulling Ethan along so you were standing face to face, smiling at each other shily and yet never breaking eye contact.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You finally asked. He stroked your cheek, leaving goosebumps. He had now gotten so close that you could feel his breath on your, drowning in each other.

"I liked pretending."

And then he kissed you. Boldly, unafraid and passionate. You melted like putty under him, letting him take control while letting yourself fall, as his lips moved against yours.

You only pulled away enough to get another glance at him, before once again searching your bag, now one-handed, so you never quite had to let go of him. A small triumphant sound escaped you as you located the key card. Holding it up next to your face, you shot the man in front of you another smirk.

"Why don't we keep pretending? At least for tonight."

It wasn't an offer he was going to refuse.

#ethan torchio #maneskin #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio fiction #ethan tochio x you #ethan torchio x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin fiction #fluff #my writings

[sningo-prompts]

I know i make Emmet reach his limit but maybe Sningo can too as a treat.

Sningo is too exhausted, mentally, early on to get upset with whats going on. Maybe though once he gets more settled in, his body gets healed up, and he finally gets some good sleep after all those years in Hisui. Now that the shock has warn off and hes just trying to live his life. He starts noticing how much he cant do.

It’s frustrating to say the least. His team is helping him adjust and Emmet is trying so hard to be helpful but its starting to drive Ingo mad. He doesnt want to keep having to get his brothers help for every little thing. Everytime he does he can see Emmets face. The pity there is just too much. But even more than that. He can see how much this is hurting Emmet. He doesnt wsnt to hurt his brother damn it.

So one day he sets a goal to do this day without help. At least without so much help anyway. It does poorly. Emmet keeps jumping in to help even when Ingo didnt really need it. Lifting him up to chairs. Opening things for him. Hell Emmet cut his dinner. Ingo is at his limit. He just wants to do something on his own. Anything. He goes off to his room. And he planned to just lay on his bed and calm down. But he cant even get up on the bed. What a joke. He tried climbing up the blanket with his claws but it just started to rip so he quickly gave up on that. Maybe his night stand would work better. He used the grooves to get a footing and reached up to try and find something to hook his claws into. Thinking he had it he put all his weight on the nightstand. The moment he did the whole thing toppled over falling atop him. Hes not really hurt but that pushed him. Emmet rushes in to help him and Ingo just slaps his hand away. Which makes Ingo angrier because he knows its not Emmets fault and he should take his anger out of his brother.

Emmet is completely confused why Ingo is so angry. He probably thinks is something he did so queue him kneeling down trying to spew out an apology. Ingo frustrated trying to tell him no its not actually his fault but since he cant speak english it just sounds like hes yelling at Emmet. Ingos trembling with anger at himself. Emmet is confused at what he did wrong and feels bad. Ingo just hugs Emmet to get his point across that its not Emmets fault.

I think Emmet knows Ingo well enough though to figure it out and maybe he tries to back off a bit. He has to learn to wsit for Ingo to ask for help because Ingo will when he knows he really needs it. Ingo just wants to try to figure it out himself. He was a full on independent man like a few weeks ago its a hard thing to adjust

#sneasel ingo #transfer error au #sneasel ingo au

[hearteyesbowen]

practicing lines II ☆ ricky bowen

the theatre kids suspect something is going on between y/n and ricky hours before their first performance

warnings: we love angst, some swearing, fluff, kinda long

part I, part II

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Don’t worry, I got you. You’re doing great, babe!” Ricky cheered behind you as his hands hovered over your waist.

It’s been a week since your shared moment at the El Ray Theatre, and you both couldn’t be separated. You tried to spend as much time together to make up for all the fighting you had for months. You and Ricky were on another mini adventure you two would like to have. Yesterday, you taught Ricky how to play the ukelele, now it was his turn to teach you something.

Ricky was teaching you how to skateboard on his street, something he’s always wanted to do with Nini but she was too scared of. You were grateful he offered to teach you, but you never thought how overprotective he would be. I mean, he basically wanted to cover you entirely in bubble wrap so you wouldn’t bruise yourself, but you only wore knee-pads. You started off slow; you practiced balancing on the board first, then you would stand on top and Ricky would hold your waist as you moved as slowly as possible. He didn’t want to let you go out of fear that you would fall off and break a bone. You managed to convince him to let you start skating on your own, with him still there to catch you when you inevitability fall over.

“Ok, Ricky, I think you can let go now.” You giggled as he wouldn’t let you go faster than walking speed.

“No can do, you’re clumsy as hell.” He argued, stopping you completely.

You shuffled on the skateboard to face him, giving him a playful glare. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you’re a klutz.” He smirked.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Ricky wasted no time in attacking your lips with his. Your hands quickly tangled in his hair while his gripped your hips. You were so caught up in the kiss that when you leaned forward you tripped off the skateboard. The board flipped over and Ricky expertly grabbed your waist before you could fall, and he brought you back on your feet.

“See what I mean?” He beamed, pinching your cheek.

You rolled your eyes jokingly as you pushed his chest, grabbing the knocked over skateboard and began walking back towards Ricky’s house.

He laughed, jogging up to you and grabbed your hand, and intertwined your fingers together. “So when is the next time I can take my Gabriella on another date?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should let your best friend know what’s going on between us first before you take me out again.” You replied, giving him a nod towards Big Red’s house that we were just passing.

“You want me to tell Red what we are?” He asked confusingly. We both stopped walking and stood in front of his lawn.

“What are we?” You wondered.

“What do you want to be?” He asked in a similar tone.

“What do you-”

“Hey guys!” You heard Red scream from beside you.

You both turned your head and saw the adorable redhead close the wooden door behind him before he ran up to the both of you. As far as you knew, Red only knows that you both settled your differences and grew to be friends, but nothing else. You knew Ricky hated to keep secrets, especially from his best friend, but he didn’t know how to tell Red that he was going on dates with his past enemy. Would Red judge you two? Ricky didn’t want to know.

“What are you two up to?” Red asked cheerfully, doing a handshake with Ricky and giving you a small fist bump.

“I was teaching her how to skate so she can ride with us in the morning.” Ricky joked, making all of you share a laugh.

“That would be so cool. So when are you going to tell everyone that you’re dating now?” He asked nonchalantly. You both froze and stared at each other with wide eyes. “I mean, come on, it’s obvious you two aren’t just friends anymore. Especially after that afternoon at the El Ray.”

“Does everyone know?” You asked worryingly.

“Everyone has their speculations; some thought you hooked up, some thought you just talked to each other, and some thought you punched Ricky in the throat which is why he had makeup on his neck.” He smirked.

“Makes sense.” You and Ricky said in unison.

“I don’t think you two should be scared to show that you’re dating. You should be happy that you have each other now. Miss Jenn is going to love that news the most.” He said, giving you both a reassuring smile. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow before the show.”

Red ran back to his house, leaving you both alone to think about what he said.

“You know,” Ricky started, “I wouldn’t mind letting everyone know you’re mine. Now all the guys at school can stop checking you out.”

“People check me out?” You questioned.

“What? I didn’t say anything.” He smiled smugly, grabbing your hand again and walking back to his house.

➢➣ ➢➣

“Ashlyn, can you run ‘Breaking Free’ with Ricky and Y/N?” Miss Jenn asked politely as she quickly inspected the costumes Kourtney left on the costume rack.

It was the night of the show, and everyone on and off stage couldn’t have been more nervous. Nini and Ej were practicing their lines together, Carlos tried to help Kourtney learn the dance work that was originally written for Gina, and Seb was trying to set his makeup that Kourtney did so it wouldn’t run.

You turned to look at Ashlyn who was giving you a cheeky smile. You both rushed to the piano, giggling as she sat down and quickly warmed up. You leaned against the large instrument, soon to be met with Ricky. He snaked his arm around your waist and handed you your shared music sheets. Ashlyn noticed his action and held back her growing smile.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” She squealed.

She began to play the keys, beautifully executing all the perfect notes written in her music. She hummed along with the tune and nodded at Ricky to give him his queue.

“We’re soarin’, flyin’, there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach.” Ricky began to sing, looking directly into your eyes.

“If we’re trying, so we’re breaking free.” You sang, giving him a playful nudge.

You and Ricky continued to sing the rest of the song, earning mixed reactions from your cast mates. While they were all really excited to see that you and Ricky lost the violence towards each other, they couldn’t help but wonder what had happened, especially EJ.

You both could tell that EJ was pretty disappointed to learn that he and Nini couldn’t get the roles for Troy and Gabriella. He would have gotten over it if it wasn’t Ricky who got the part for the sole reason that he wanted to win back Nini. As for you, EJ didn’t exactly have an opinion on you until he saw how you and Ricky acted towards each other. He believed that he and Nini could have played the parts better, but he couldn’t do anything about it anymore.

“You know the world can see us, in a way, that’s different from who we, are.” You two harmonized, finishing the song.

Carlos and Seb started to clap which then erupted more cheers from your other friends, making you blush. Ricky chuckled and brought you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. The most excited to see this change in action was Miss Jenn.

“That was incredible! Your chemistry together was absolutely phenomenal! What changed?” She wondered excitedly.

“Yeah, what did happen? Less than a week ago you two were at each other’s throats. Did something go on between the two of you?” EJ glared. The rest of your friends backed away, leaving you, Ricky, Nini, EJ, Carlos, and Miss Jenn.

“I’m sorry, is there a problem?” Ricky argued, taking a step towards EJ.

EJ followed his actions and stood directly in front of Ricky, “Yeah, two people who have hated each other for months don’t just become besties overnight. This is all just an act to kiss up to Miss Jenn so she would stop getting mad at you two for fighting all the time.”

“Shut up, EJ. Just because you’re mad that I got the part of Troy doesn’t mean you have to be a dick to us too. Nini didn’t care at all, in fact, she was so happy for us. So how about you mind your business, I’m not desperately trying to ruin your relationship.” Ricky fought back.

“Anymore?” EJ countered.

Nini was quick to go to his side and squeeze his arm, “Relax, EJ, people can change for the better. You guys sound awesome together!” She cheered, giving you a tight hug and quick hug to Ricky.

“Boys, let’s stay professional, please. You can fight outside my theatre. We have a show to perform in two hours! Let’s all get our scripts and run ‘Stick to the Status Quo’ one last time!” Miss Jenn screamed to the rest of the students.

You looked up at Ricky who’s glare was set straight at EJ, who also gave a mirrored look. Ricky put his focus back on you and walked you to the hallway.

➢➣ ➢➣

Your show, the performance that took you all months to prepare and perfect, had just ended. You and your friends could not have been more happy and relieved the moment you all bowed. All of your castmates ran backstage together, laughing and crying over how proud they were of each other. You and the rest of the girls went into a tight circle for one big group hug. You all had tears forming in your eyes from looking at Gina, who had surprisingly showed up just in time to perform as Taylor. Compliments were being thrown by everyone to each other, a lot of them focused on yours and Ricky’s slightly improvised duet, making your stomach churn at the memory.

You had a different performance than you thought you would have. You thought your show was going great; you haven’t missed a line, sang every note perfectly, and not once did you get any stage fright. Then it was the scene where Gabriella meets Troy in the basketball court and you lost all confidence.

Ricky believed his show was far from perfect. He believed that once he saw his parents together again, he would perform perfectly, also because you would be there with him. Then he was lifted up into the air and all he could see was his mother hugging another man who he immediately knew was her new boyfriend, and all went downhill. He ran off stage and tried to calm himself down. He did run into you, and when you tried to calm him down and ask what happened he bursted at you to leave him alone. He was angry at himself for not telling you what happened, but he didn’t know what to do.

The girls continues to cheer for each other on their performances, but all that was in your mind was everything that happened on that stage. Anger, confusion, and embarrassment filled your head.

You watched Ricky from the side of the curtains with one of the stage managers. You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as you watched him sing and dance. Then when he was lifted in the air, you saw him get choked up. You didn’t know what changed in his actions. You wanted to go out there and help him once he got down, but he had already messed up his lines and ran out. You instantly ran backstage and bumped into Ricky.

“Hey, what happened?” You asked worryingly.

“Not now.” He grumbled.

You stood back and stared at him, “Ricky, what happened? Is there anything I can do-”

“Fuck off, Y/N. I said not now.” He screamed before running out the door.

Your heart instantly broke. All the dancers who just finished their scene were there to witness it. Kourtney ran up to you and squeezed you in a tight hug before she helped motion you to the costume rack to quickly change for your next scene with Ricky.

“Wow, so this is your real stage.” You recite as you walk to the center of the basketball court where you held your show. You held in your anxiety as you were scared to face Ricky after he yelled at you.

You stop in your tracks as you noticed EJ in Ricky’s costume, smiling widely and holding a basketball in his hands. You could have sworn you were dreaming, or that this was a terrible nightmare.

“Guess you could call it that, or just a smelly gym.” EJ joked, giving you a small nod as if to play along.

You stepped closer to him and grabbed his forearm, whispering “What’s going on, where’s Ricky?”

“You’re not the only one who’s dreading this.” He softly whispered as he tossed you the basketball. Your hands began to shake as you looked at the hoop and threw the ball without a thought. You missed the shot and EJ was quick to grab the ball, “Woah, don’t tell me your good at hoops too.”

The rest of the scene played on, and when you knew it was safe, you ran off stage and tried to look for Ricky. You ran around hopelessly, hoping you could find an answer. You met up with Nini who was getting her hair fixed.

“Nini, why is EJ out there as Troy and where did Ricky go?” You asked hurriedly.

“We don’t know what happened to Ricky, after the big basketball scene he was shaking and left for a few minutes. When I saw EJ, he told me that Ricky had to go and gave his part to him. I’m so sorry Ricky didn’t tell you.” She answered, giving you a genuine look.

You still had to finish the show, and when it was time for “Breaking Free,” you instantly wanted to leave. You smoothed out your large lab coat that Gabriella wore and met up with EJ at center stage.

He began to sing, acting as though you two were lovers, though you could notice the discomfort in his eyes. Your throat went dry and you started to feel a headache.

“I can’t do it EJ-Troy. Not with all these people staring at me.” You stuttered.

“Look at me, Gabby,” Ej put his hand on your shoulder, “right at me. Like the first time we sang together. Like kindergarten, remember?”

You heard the gym doors open and looked to the side to see Ricky and Gina walk in together. They stood next to each other and watched you and EJ. You couldn’t help but stare at them, and EJ met your gaze.

“Go, you know what to do.” He whispered as he covered the microphone as to not let anyone else hear. You gave him a nod and sped to Ricky, singing the rest of the song and bringing him along with you. Although you acted as if you were better, you couldn’t forget the anger you felt.

You snapped back to reality and shook your head. You didn’t notice how Ricky’s eyes never left you. He and the guys were huddled close to each other. Ricky tried to focus on his friends and pay attention to what they were saying, but he could only think of you. He needed you to hold him, primarily after seeing his parents show up along with his mother’s new boyfriend.

Carlos ran up to you and brought you into a tight hug. As you congratulated Carlos on performing as Chad for five minutes and writing amazing choreography for the dance numbers, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Ricky. You let out a soft gasp ( Carlos nearly screamed ) when you saw he had bought a large bouquet of red roses and pink peonies, all perfectly bloomed and strung together.

“Can we talk in the dressing room?” He asked shyly, offering you the bouquet. You hesitated to hold them, but caved in.

“Ok.” You replied. You gave Carlos a quick hug and he squeezed your hand before you walked off with Ricky.

➢➣ ➢➣

“I know you must be so mad at me right now-”

“Wow, how did you know?” You asked angrily as you placed the flowers on top of the makeup counter.

You had found the changing room and locked the door as you didn’t want anyone to walk in on you two. Not because you two were going to do anything cheeky, but because you swore you would have slapped Ricky if he tried to apologize to you.

“I can explain.” He pleaded, trying to grab at your hands but you pulled them away from him.

“Don’t.” You started, “My god, Ricky, if I didn’t know any better I should have listened to EJ when he said this was all an act!”

“You really think that?” Ricky asked, he, himself, getting angry as well. “You think that this past week and that night at the El Ray was all fake?”

“I don’t know what I should believe because you told me you would always be there for me but you were so quick to almost leave the show without telling me what happened. At least EJ told me when he was leaving. If you could at least talk to me about what happened instead of basically telling me to fuck off then maybe I wouldn’t be so mad and would just believe you.” You screamed as you felt your face burn up.

Ricky looked at you in fear and sorrow. He didn’t know how to express his emotions well enough anymore. “Y/N,” You looked up at him and saw his lip quiver, “You know I’m so sorry about this. I just don’t know what to do.”

You could tell he was about to explode any second, “I know.” You murmured. “I just want you to talk to me. I’ll listen to everything that happened. I want to help you but you just shut me out. I thought we were past all the negative stuff between us.”

“My mom came with her new boyfriend, and she didn’t tell me but she thought it was a good idea for us to meet.” He rushed, “When I ran out after you tried to help me, she met me in the hallway outside the gym and tried to talk to me but I just yelled at her. She doesn’t realize how much this whole transition is affecting me and how fast she moved on is making me feel. It’s like she doesn’t care about my dad and I anymore.

“But frankly, I would have gotten over this whole bullshit. I don’t really care about Todd, you know? I would have gone back home with my dad and just laugh about this some other day but I’m so angry because I took out my anger on you. I was so mad and hysterical that I couldn’t be more stupid than to yell at you for trying to help me. I keep pushing people out of my life because I’m so fucking stupid. I lost Nini because I can’t express my emotions, I lost my mom because I couldn’t hold in my emotions, and I lost you because I don’t know what to do with my emotions.” He cried out.

You hesitantly took a step closer to Ricky and grabbed his face to gently wipe the tears that started to quickly rush down his heated face. You calmly fixed his hair and his collar, and he looked at you breathlessly. You pat his chest and took a small step back to look at him again.

“I’m sorry that this is happening, Ricky. You know I would have listened to you if you would have just let me help you. But you pushed me away and now I don’t know what to do.” You said.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. And I should have just told you what happened. This is all my fault. I’m literally the biggest dumbass.” He whispered, looking down at the floor.

“You are a dumbass, Ricky. You made me feel like we were back to how we used to be. I thought that everything between us was going to be good. EJ was right, I was stupid enough to think that maybe we could have been friends, or more.” You admitted.

“No, don’t say that. You’re not stupid for thinking that.” He pleaded.

“Then what am I supposed to think?” You screamed.

“I love you.” He yelled back. You could have sworn you almost tripped. “I’ve loved you ever since I heard you sing ‘Start of Something New’ for your audition. I’ve loved you since I was sick during rehearsal and no one wanted to help me, but you threw a tissue box at me because you were still a nice person. I’ve loved you since we spent that night in the closet at the El Ray and we kissed. I’ve loved you since you taught me how to play the ukelele and I helped you ride a skateboard. I’ve loved you for so long and I’ve kicked myself every day since then because I didn’t say it over my own fears. But I do, I love you. And I don’t really know what happens tomorrow, or in two minutes when we walk out that door. All I know is, I want this feeling to keep going. Because this whole experience, I-I’m not ready for it to be over. For us to be, I mean.”

Your eyes welled up with tears. Never in your life have you ever been left so speechless, not even during the show or when he yelled at you. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at Ricky, as much as you wanted to. You did love him, and even if your ego didn’t want to admit it, you did. You loved Ricky Bowen.

You closed the space between each other and grabbed Ricky’s face in your hands. You attacked his lips with yours and he almost instantly kissed you back. You felt a totally new feeling when you kissed him this time. Almost as if you released all the pent up emotions you have held in for a long time. Your arms moved to around his neck and his went to your waist. You pulled away from him and heard a small whimper escape his mouth.

“I love you, Ricky Bowen.” You gushed. His eyes lightly widened along with his lips.

Ricky smashed his lips back to yours again. His smile grew wide into the kiss and he gripped your waist even tighter to pull you closer. You played with his hair and gave it a small tug, making Ricky let out a small groan. You detached your lips from his to look at him one more time. His cheeks were a deep shade of red and his lips were swollen. He couldn’t have looked more perfect to you.

His hands went under your butt and picked you up, bringing you on top of the counter and next to your flowers. He stood in between your legs and continued to kiss you. He detached his lips from yours and started to sprinkle kisses all over your face, starting at your cheeks, your nose, and all the way down your neck. You giggled at his excitement. You brought his face from your neck and in front of you to look at him. His eyes glowed, and you both took time to catch your breath again.

“Be mine.” Ricky whispered.

“What?” You asked hopefully.

“Be my girlfriend. I promise you won’t regret it.” He pleaded.

You let out a small laugh, “Yes, Ricky.”

Ricky let out a large cheer. He pulled you back in for a tight hug and lifted you off the counter and in the air while spinning around. He kept you up for a bit and you couldn’t stop laughing from how cute he was.

He put you down and quickly kissed your lips one last time, holding either side of your face. He pulled away and held your hand, picking up your flowers and letting you lead him to the door. You unlocked and opened it to reveal Red and Ashlyn holding hands.

“Hey guys, everything alright?” Red asked with a big smile after seeing the large bouquet.

“Yeah, everything is perfect.” Ricky smiled as he looked down at you, and you gave him a short kiss on his cheek.

“That’s cute. Well, everyone is looking for you two. I’m hosting a cast party at my house tonight and we’re about to head out. We’re just waiting on you two so we can take some group photos.” Ashlyn announced.

You tightened your grip on Ricky’s hand and brought it closer to you, “Sounds great, we can go right now.”

“Awesome, and, uh, Ricky?” Red spoke.

Ricky’s attention left yours and went to his best friend. “Yeah?”

“Maybe take off that lip gloss you have on before we go out there?” Ashlyn smirked as she sent you a sly wink before walking out with Red.

You glanced up at Ricky and saw your shiny, peach lip gloss stained his lips, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter. You grabbed a wipe from the makeup counter and gave it to your new boyfriend.

“How embarrassing!” He cried out, harshly wiping his mouth.

“There will be more where that came from, babe.” You beamed.

A/N - boom, the second part to practicing lines . probably my favorite imagine that i have ! let me know what u guys think !! love y’all xx

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No time to die (angst one shot, Diavolo x F!MC)

Based on Billie Eilish song “No time to die”

(So I deleted the first version I posted by accident and like I dumbass I hadn’t saved it anywhere, so I tried for like 2 hours to find it somehow, but to no use. I was really sad because it took me hours to write it and I really liked how it turned out, but I don’t want this story to go to waste, because I really liked it and I have ideas for a continuation with Diavolo’s POV. So sorry if you already read it, but this version will be a bit different since I’m starting from scratch and I have no reference to how I wrote the first version. I hope you all enjoy anyway!)

Part 2 is up!

-

You should’ve known something wasn’t right. You should’ve known that this was too good to be true. You knew of his title and what he was, a demon, but you still decided to ignore it.

You should’ve known something was up when Diavolo started spending a lot more time with you than any other exchange student. He would always asked questions about you and your life in the human world. You should’ve known there was more to it than politness when Diavolo suggested for you to stay at his castle one night, when a friendly tea afternoon turned out to end much later than you anticipated. It wasn’t the first time it happened, but usually Barbatos would walk you home when it was too dangerous for you to walk back home alone.

You definitely should’ve known when you had your first time together. Diavolo had kissed you like you were an animated object. It felt animalistic, almost robotic, he wasn’t making love to you, that’s for sure. Right after he was done, he left pretending that he had paperwork to do and he did the same thing every other time after that.

You thought it was because of his nature, demons do not know how to love, at least that’s what you were telling yourself.

Diavolo would bring you everywhere and acted like a perfect gentleman in public. He would show you the most beautiful places in the Devildom and would present you to the most influential people in the Devildom even calling you his princess in front of everyone. That was how he made you feel in public, like a princess. But once you were both being closed doors he would act like he didn’t care about you. Sure, he would ask you questions about the human world from time to time, but you never felt like he truly wanted to get to know you past the basic information about yourself.

Everyone tried to warn you in one way or another. Solomon once told you to be careful around demons, that they cannot be trusted: “We humans, have to look out for each other.” As for the angels, Simeon simply told you that: “Demons aren’t made to love humans, they’re made to hate them.” You thought you would be the one to change that fact, how foolish of you.

You remembered the way the brothers would look at each other every time you said you were spending the day or night at Diavolo’s castle. They wanted to warned you, but they knew they couldn’t or else they would all be in danger. So they would simply told you to be careful. You thought they were simply jealous, but now you know better.

When you finally learned the truth, you couldn’t help but think about all the warnings and red flags you got during the last few months.

It’s not like Diavolo wanted to torture you or make you his concubine, not it wasn’t anything like that.

You learned of Diavolo’s true intentions by accident. You were waiting for him in his office because you knew this would be the first place he would go to once he got home. His desk was a mess, so you decided to clean it a bit before his return. Most of the papers scattered across his desk were student reports, but one letter in particular caught your attention. It was handwritten and started with: “Dear father”. Your curiosity got the better of you and you started to read the letter.

“Dear father,

Everything is going as planned. The exchange program is going wonderfully. The last time I wrote to you, I mentioned one of the exchange student, MC. She is a human like Solomon but she does not have the same magical power as him. I think she is in love with me, but I am only acting like I am in love with her too so she can trust me.

She is the key of my plan to rule over the three realms. With the information I am getting from her about the human world, it will be easier for me to take it over, especially with her on my side. I also needed her to trust me so she can tell the future exchange students of how wonderful her year was here with us, demons. I will put my plan into action once I get the trust of the Celestial Realm as well. She will be of great use for this as well, since the angels will see how happy she is here and how protected she is.

Do not worry father, as I will continue your legacy and make you proud of me. Nothing will stop me and as for now, everything is going as I planned. The next step for me will be to marry her, like you told me once, marriage and love are two different things. I need to think of what is best for our kind.

Your son,

Diavolo.”

A single tear fell onto the letter before you heard Diavolo’s footsteps approaching his office doors. You quickly put the letter back to his original place on his desk and sat on his office chair like nothing happened.

There were only three weeks left to the exchange program when you found the letter, so you acted like nothing was wrong for the remaining of the exchange program. You faked smiles and made it seemed like you were still madly in love with Diavolo. Two can play that game. You spent so little time alone with him that he didn’t notice anything.

-

You were finally on your last day of the student exchange program.

You told Diavolo earlier that morning that you had found the letter to his father on his desk and that you knew of his true intentions now. You thought he would lock you in his castle to prevent you from leaving the Devildom or maybe even kill you, but he did nothing of the sort. To your surprise, he had let you go without a fight. After all, you were of no use to him if you didn’t trust him.

-

You decided to sing one last song before you left the Devildom forever. Not for Diavolo, but for yourself.

You took your place on the stage. You were now in front of all of your friends, the brothers, your classmates, the other exchange students, Barbatos and Diavolo.

-

You were wearing an elegant black dress that Asmodeus bought you a couple months ago. He spent all afternoon doing your hair and makeup. You barely talked, which was very unusual for the both of you, but Asmo knew what you just went through and what this day and this song in particular meant to you so he didn’t talk, focusing on his task instead.

You had told the brothers about Diavolo’s plan that same morning. They all knew something was wrong in some way, but they never could’ve guessed what was Diavolo’s true plan. They all apologized to you for not being there to protect you.

-

The music started to play as you waited for you queue to start singing.

I should've known

I'd leave alone

You should’ve known you would leave the Devildom alone. You should’ve known that this was just all a dream that you would have to wake up from one day to face the truth. That you were nothing more than a pawn in Diavolo’s game of chess and that the only outcome possible was for you to leave the Devildom alone with your broken heart.

We were a pair

But I saw you there

Too much to bear

You were my life

But life is far away from fair

You dedicated yourself to a man who didn’t care for you, who didn’t love you. It was truly painful to accept the truth. He may have hurt you once, but you promised yourself this would be the last time he would ever hurt you.

Was I stupid to love you?

Was I reckless to help?

Was it obvious to everybody else

That I'd fallen for a lie?

You couldn’t help but think of how stupid you’d been. So naive to think that the prince of hell himself would actually fall in love with you. At first you were mad at yourself but also at the brothers. Why did they let you live in this fantasy filled with lies? Especially Lucifer, you thought you guys were close after what you had done to help his family get closer.

But then you remembered that Lucifer was bound to Diavolo and even if he knew what was Diavolo’s plan all along, he couldn’t tell you or you, his brothers and himself would all be in danger.

-

So, while you were now singing in front of your formal classmates, the brothers, Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Barbatos and Diavolo particularly, you never felt so hurt, but so powerful.

This was your swan song, the last time most of them would ever saw you again, would ever heard your voice again. You wish it would’ve gone completely differently, but you weren’t safe anymore in the Devildom. No one could protect you here, not the brothers or even the angels.

You could tell some of them were crying, knowing full well they let you down, but this was your own decision for once. You weren’t blinded by lies and by the glamorous life Diavolo offered you outside of his castle, anymore.

You were never on my side

Fool me once, fool me twice

Are you death or paradise?

Diavolo may had fooled you once, but you knew the truth now and you would never be fooled again. You would prove to him that you were more than a fragile human he could play with and use to his own advantage.

Now you'll never see me cry

There's just no time to die

You wanted to cry so badly, but you didn’t want to give Diavolo the satisfaction of seeing what he had done to you. So, you swallowed your tears and put on a strong face.

I let it burn

You're no longer my concern

Faces from my past return

Another lesson yet to learn

“You’re no longer my concern” this was a hard one for you, because at this exact moment, you realized that you didn’t care for Diavolo anymore. Sure, he had broken your heart and hurt you pride, but you were stronger than that now, stronger than ever before. You looked at him while singing these words and you could tell that he was uncomfortable by the look on his face and the way he was squirming in his seat.

Now you'll never see me cry

There's just no time to die

No time to die

No time to die

You were almost at the end of the song when you realized you weren’t looking at Diavolo anymore. You were now looking at your true friends, the brothers, Solomon, Simeon and Luke. Your experience in the Devildom might not have ended the way you expected but you wanted to leave it with a good memory.

Fool me once, fool me twice

Are you death or paradise?

Now you'll never see me cry

There's just no time to die

The song had ended and now Diavolo was nothing more than the past. At the last second before you left the stage to find your true friends, you turned to Diavolo once last time and said: "I would’ve told you to burn in hell but fortunately, that’s already where you are.” You immediately turned around again, without letting him enough time to speak or to react to what you just said.

After that, everyone returned to the House of Lamentation, everyone expect for Diavolo who went back to his castle alone.

You all said your goodbyes while Barbatos was standing awkwardly in a corner of the room.

After a while, Barbatos told all of you that it was now time to leave.

The first one to leave were the angels. You thanked them for what they did for you during the exchange program and made them swear they would come see you in the human world. You could tell that Barbatos was growing impatient, but you didn’t care.

You finally let the angels go when Barbatos opened a portal leading to the Celestial Realm and with one last goodbye, the two angels stepped into it.

Next was you and Solomon. Barbatos opened another portal, this one leading to the human world. You took Solomon’s hand before turning your head towards the brothers. They were now all crying, which also made you cried. You told them one last time that you loved them all, before turning back towards Solomon and said: “Let’s go home.” as you both walked into the portal.

-

You’ve been back to the human world for about a month now. It wasn’t easy at first adjusting to your old life. It would be a lie to say you didn’t think about him once in a while, but it didn’t hurt as much anymore. The main reason for that was that you had the help of Solomon who you’d spent a lot of time with.

You were also grateful for the brothers who all took turns to come see you in the human world. You got closer to them and it made you think about what would’ve happened if you didn’t fell for Diavolo. Would you have fallen for one of the brothers instead?

Oh well, you can’t rewrite history and you might still be a foolish human, but you were now a foolish human surrounded by people who truly loved you.

~

Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

There will be a part 2 to this with Diavolo’s perspective after MC’s gone. It will probably be dark, I just don’t know how dark I want it to be yet.

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