#saw the template and immediately did this

[qrrieterisunnq]

the blush of morning departures - Jack Hughes

Jack Hughes x fem!reader Summary: Jack is about to leave for morning practice. You ask him if he’s forgotten anything, and Jack gives you a kiss. Your cheeks turn red and you open your hand to reveal Jack’s phone and keys saying ‘I meant this, but thanks.’ request: yes/no A/N: Hello! Welcome to my first story on Tumblr. I hope you will like it. I become a Hughes Girl. Everything I write is a figment of my imagination! And, sorry for my English, it's not my first language, so be patient with me and don't hesitate to correct me if you find any error. gif not mine likes are good, reblogs are better <3word count: 1K warning(s): pregnancy, soft Jack, unedited

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You’re laying in your bed, head tucked under the blanket, because of your extremely hot and active boyfriend, who has early morning practice. He’s pacing around the house packing his gear and making his food.

With a groan, you get out of bed, and just in Jack’s huge shirt, you make your way down to the living room, where you sit down, turning on the TV.

Jack gets out of the bathroom, walking through the living room, not noticing you. You smile to yourself shaking your head. Every morning, when he has practice he’s so caught up with his routine that he barely notices things around him.

"Oh, I’m sorry Cherry, I didn’t mean to wake you up." he sighs when he finally notices you lying under a blanket on the couch.

"It’s okay, I’m used to it." you smiled tiredly, and you extended your hand in his direction.

With a smile on his face, he grabs my hand and pulls it to his mouth to kiss it. "You look gorgeous." he smiles brushing the hair off my face.

"You don’t look bad yourself too." you chuckle caressing his cheek.

"Thank you, Cherry." he laughed shaking his head. You smile closing your eyes for a while.

"I made you breakfast, blueberry pancakes with blueberry sauce and blueberry smoothie"” you laughed at this. Yesterday when you were shopping you bought two kilos of blueberry because they had a great price and you both love them, so.

"Thank you, baby." you laughed kissing his hand.

"I’m going to get my bag and pack my gear okay? You go eat or it will get cold and most of all you have to eat so that our little one can grow," he says protectively extending his hand to my slightly large belly.

"Okay, but first, you have to help me stand up." laughing he helps you up and immediately pulls you in a tight hug, bending down to kiss your template.

"Thank you." sighing out you whisper in his chest breathing in his scent.

"Go eat, I’ll be right back." he pulls away and makes his way into your bedroom.

You walk into the kitchen sit down on the chair with little struggle and start eating the best pancakes you've ever eaten. It is no secret that Jack is an amazing cooker and you're grateful for him because you would probably burn up our kitchen if you tried to cook something.

While you’re eating, Jack is packing his gear as he’s thinking about what will you two do in the afternoon, when he comes back from practice. He’d like to take you to this one restaurant in Jersey he found last week when he and his teammates were heading to the bar to celebrate their win.

He loves to spoil you and show you how much he loves you. When he comes home after a game, you did not attend, he brings you something. Whether it’s ice cream, flowers, or even stupid Oreo, he’s always looking for the smile on your face when he gives it to you.

Before he leaves your bedroom, he paces towards his nightstand to check out if the black velvet ring box is still safe in the drawer. He bought the ring a few weeks ago while on his roadie in Washington. He saw it on the street and had to buy it knowing, now is the right time, to ask you. After all, you’ll have a baby in no matter of time and you’re the love of his life.

He gets up, tosses the bag around his shoulder, and makes his way down the hallway into the kitchen to say goodbye to you before he leaves.

"Okay babe, I will leave in a few," Jack’s voice comes from the hall, where he puts on his Nike sneakers in the meantime so he doesn't have to put them on later and go straight to practice.

"Okay," you say with a full mouth of the pancakes. Swallowing the pancakes in your mouth, you stick another piece on the fork.

"Is it good?" he chuckles when he comes into the kitchen and sees you eating his pancakes with full mouth. You nodded and mumbled yes.

"Well I’m glad you like it," he bends down kissing your forehead with a smile on his lips.

"It tastes delicious. Thank you for being my chef," you say after you swallow.

"Yeah, well someone has to cook when you’re able to burn the kitchen down," he laughs sitting down next to me. You stick another piece of pancakes on a fork and put it to his lips, so he can taste it too.

"They taste great," he chuckles, moaning slightly at the taste. Checking his phone he quickly stands up rushing to the hall. "I’ve gotta go princess."

You stand up from the chair, shaking your head, when you see his phone and keys lying down on the table. You grab them in your hand walking to the hall to say goodbye to him.

"Your early lunch is in the fridge, I’ll be home around eleven. Then we can go on a walk," he smiles tossing his bags around his shoulders. „I love you baby and you too baby boy.“ he bends down to pick up his bag making his way to the door.

"Didn’t you forget something?" you ask him, clutching his phone and keys behind your back.

"Sorry." he smiles bending down to peck a kiss on your lips.

Laughing, you remove your hand from behind your back and show him his phone and keys. "I meant this, but thanks."

With a shake of his head, he takes his things from you, pressing down another kiss to your lips. "I fucking love you, woman."

"I love you too," you chuckle at his statement. "Be careful okay? I want my man in one piece before I give birth."

"I will don’t worry, I have Nico to look after me, right? And in a few weeks we’ll have Luke here to look after me too, so don’t worry about me." he chuckles giving you a last kiss before he makes his way out of the house with a loud goodbye.

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[strangeandbisexual]

HE DID NOTHING WRONG.

i saw this template on @beansprean’s blog and immediately went JMART!! so here we are :}} original under the cut

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[heliads]

Ink Stains

Moving from Amity to Dauntless was quite the lifestyle change. Still, nothing rocks your boat more than meeting Eric Coulter for the first time, especially when he seems to like you more than he should.

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Creativity does not flourish much in Dauntless, nor art for that matter. It is strange, then, that you, so fully borne of both, would choose this bloody faction as opposed to any other. Your birth faction, Amity, is better suited to your temperament and interests, but you had hardly realized that when you underwent the Choosing Ceremony. All of us must leave our homes when we grow up, and only very few can return.

Dauntless seemed like the furthest place you could run, so of course that was the one you chose. You missed it later, only after loathing it, blaming it for your troubles, and finally admitting that it might have been a good home to you, but only after far too long.

Sometimes, you think that’s why the city decided to force its inhabitants to choose their home faction when they’re so young. At that age, all you want to do is escape, so you pick something strange and foreign, a faction that your family would hate so you could fight back against them. When the dust clears and you realize that the past was not so terrible after all, you are in the middle of a strange place with no way of returning, so you have no choice but to fight to stay there.

It would instill a truly fascinating sense of dedication in its transfers, to say the least. Or perhaps no one is like that at all, and it is just that you have made a mistake with no way to fix it. Maybe you should have stayed in Amity after all, been content with familiar nothingness and learned to fake your smiles at least as well as your mother, or save your anger for when no one can see it, like your father.

You don’t think you were meant for Amity, though, not really. It vexed you to no end, the simplicity of it all. You did enjoy the painting, the artists that sprung up in every corner, common as dandelions, but that wasn’t the end of it. The rules were chafing yet vague, the expectations ever-changing. It should have come as no surprise that you would leave.

Besides, you did well in Dauntless initiation, to the great surprise of just about everyone there. They saw your brightly colored clothes when you leapt from the roof, but soon enough you blended in with the lot of them and people would double take when you told them you hadn’t been born in Dauntless proper. The thought that you could be from Amity of all places was insane, and had it not been for the fact that you still remember the waving gold of the fields, the high flying birds that soared above your head, you would have believed it as little as your new friends.

Despite your best attempts to immediately separate yourself from your former faction, you couldn’t shake the memories completely. That’s why you didn’t shoot for one of the top jobs or security positions. Those were snapped up by the really good kids, the ones who aren’t just not carefree but genuinely heartless.

You ended up taking a position among the ranks of tattoo artists and quickly soared to the top. Amity had taught you clarity and control in your art, and soon you were known for your original designs. More often than not, Dauntless looking for a new pattern would ask you to draw something directly as opposed to just using one of the countless templates already printed out.

It gives them a sense of originality, for one thing. No one tattoo is ever the same when it comes to your works. It saves members of the faction from the embarrassing experience of showing off a new tattoo just to see the guy across from you roll up his sleeve to reveal the exact same thing.

Soon enough, your name has spread far and wide across Dauntless, and you get more and more customers by the day. That’s how you know that you ended up choosing the right faction and way of life after all, and it’s also how you meet Eric Coulter for the first time.

Eric is somewhat of a mixed bag. He only graduated from initiation a year or so before you, so he didn’t lead your training when you first joined the faction. You’ve heard he’s a total killer, both in the fighting ring and at every other moment of the day, so you were more than a little uneasy when he first darkened the door of your shop.

You’re not really sure what you expected when he showed up in the beginning. That he’d yell at you, maybe, like you’d heard in whispers. Apparently he’d go off on anyone if he felt the need– someone taking the wrong water glass in the mess hall, or an idiot trainee who didn’t get ready in time– or he could have just been there to complain about some failed regulation you didn’t know about.

Instead, he was nice, actually, which was somehow even more unsettling than if he’d just been the harsh training leader he is to everyone else. He’d spent a lot of time admiring your works, even offering up a rare compliment here and there. At last, he’d decided on an initial design, and taken a seat on your chair.

Most clients talk at least a little while you’re tattooing them. New initiates usually rattle off their difficulties, grateful for an ear that won’t judge them or try to use their weaknesses to gain a position or two in the rankings. Experienced Dauntless sometimes swap gossip or discuss various pieces of information they’ve heard from contacts in other factions. Others just stay silent the whole time, thinking through ideas they’ll barely even hint at to you.

One of your friends has tattooed Eric before, and they told you he’d been absolutely icy the whole appointment, hardly even saying a word except to point out which tattoo he wanted. Maybe he’d just had a bad day then, because you and Eric actually end up talking the entire time. 

He complains about the initiates being unable to so much as tie their shoes without needing his directions, and laughs when you counter his stories with what you’ve seen outside of the scheduled training hours. Eric asks you about how you started tattooing and seems genuinely stunned that you grew up in Amity.

“It doesn’t seem possible,” he tells you over the hum of the tattoo needle, “you’re, like, normal.”

You laugh at that. “The Amity are normal, Coulter.”

He narrows his eyes. “They’re weird. Happy-go-lucky strangers. Not you, though,” he adds quickly, “you’re tough. A real Dauntless.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t take offense if you insult the Amity,” you grin, “I left for a reason, believe me on that.”

Eric frowns. “What was the reason, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You sigh, staring at the design you’re working through for a moment before getting up the strength to continue. “I clashed with the higher-ups a lot. If you weren’t totally happy and living life all the time, you felt like you were disappointing them. Everyone there claims that they’re only ever nice to them, but the faction leaders told me I was a screwup more times than I could count. Even my own parents.”

When you risk a glance up, you notice that Eric’s expression has twisted down into something colder, something almost like rage. “They were wrong. They shouldn’t have said that.”

“I know,” you laugh to yourself, “I did well in initiation, obviously they should have guessed that.”

After a while, Eric is convinced to laugh a little alongside you, but the anger doesn’t erase itself from his features for some time. “Yes,” he mumbles almost to himself, “they should have.”

The rest of the session passes without incident. The next day, you find yourself waiting at your empty station. He was supposed to come back to finish the piece, but he’s a few minutes late, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s on purpose, that you said or did something to chase him off. It could be nothing, of course, but you never know.

He ends up hurrying in soon enough, the slightly quickened beat of his walk the only sign that something is on his mind. You look up when he arrives, allowing yourself a small smile. He did come back, then. You were not too much.

“Glad to see you,” you say, “I was worried I scared you off with my inherent Amity-ness. I’ve heard it’s bad for Dauntless. Ruins the whole stoic demeanor if we smile too much.”

His lips twitch upwards briefly, but whatever had been bothering him before tamps that forbidden emotion down soon enough. “No, not your fault in the slightest. Some initiate was using the wrong kind of gun during today’s drills, nearly put another kid’s eye out. I don’t even know where he got the thing, but it happened anyway.”

“Ah,” you say with a knowing look, “Initiates.”

“Always initiates,” Eric grumbles, but he allows his smile to stick this time, and you think that maybe he isn’t as bad as the rumors allow.

The rest of the session is just as good, if not better. Eric is kind to you, says things that grow increasingly apparent to be jokes. It’s funny, you’d always heard that he was this terribly cold guy, but everyone else must have gotten him at a bad time. Either that, or that’s the Amity in you seeing the best of everyone. Still, you’re certain that his good attitude whenever you’re around isn’t faked. It can’t be.

There’s silence from him for a while. You don’t take it personally, or you shouldn’t, anyway– Eric’s a busy guy, you know that from his words alone if not from always seeing him rush around the compound. He’s a Dauntless leader, he’s not going to be hanging around a tattoo shop unless he’s actively getting new ink.

Then, about a week or so later, he comes back in. Busies himself with looking at the patterns for a while even though you both know he’s not going to get something anyone else could have. This time, he talks to you, asks what you wish you got to draw more often. When you answer, he has you put that in his latest design. It makes your stomach tie itself in tight knots, more intense than even when you’d thrown yourself off the roof on your first day on Dauntless earth.

Confusingly, Eric stops you when you’re about halfway through, says that’s all the time he’s got and that he’d like to continue tomorrow, if that’s alright with you. You ask him if he minds having an incomplete tattoo on his arm and he just laughs, tells you he’ll pull his sleeves down or something. It’s a terrible excuse, but it’s what he wants and so that must be what you want, too. It’s good business. You can tell yourself that when you’re lying awake at night, wondering just what you’ve gotten yourself into.

Eric comes in almost every day, demanding increasing progress on his tattoos. You don’t know why he insists on doing them piecewise– it’s not pain tolerance, he’s got more of that than anyone around and it’s not like Dauntless Leader Eric Coulter would ever admit to something pathetic like pain. It must be something else, then. It must be.

The tattoos spiral and change as they spread across his skin. They’re a mess, to be honest, no cohesive pattern, like he’s picking the templates with his eyes closed and only the goal of covering as much flesh as possible. 

You tell him his tattoo sleeves aren’t as coherent as they could be; he laughs, asks you to use your Amity artistry to make some sense of them. He seems unruffled by your accusations of poor taste. Later that same day, Eric punches someone’s nose in because some drunk fellow stumbling out of a party made the mistake of questioning the inked patterns. The idiot said the same things you did, more or less. One of you received a rare smile, the other, a broken bone. It makes no sense.

At some point, he’s going to run out of skin to tattoo. You warn him of this and he grins, flashing dagger-sharp teeth at you. Says that’s why he’s asking you to go so slowly with it. Inch by inch, he cedes control to you. You want to question what that means, but some part of you is scared to ask, scared that he’ll change his mind and leave, or worse, ask someone else to do it.

The last day comes, and this time you know it’ll be the end with certainty. Eric asks you to ink his throat in thick stripes, almost like you can see the angles of his spine through the skin. You sit there, trying to focus on your needle, finishing the design, instead of anything foolish like his head in your hands, his eyes resting quietly on you. He can’t talk while you’re working on his neck like this, but the weight of his gaze says enough anyway.

You finish the last stroke and allow yourself to sit there for one final moment, waiting for it all to be over. Your fingers rest on the smooth expanse of his cheekbone, and Eric raises his hand to cover yours.

“Well,” you say at last, trying to keep your voice light, “it’s been an honor to tattoo you, Eric.”

He smiles. The brief, unwelcome thought that this might be the last time you see him do that flashes through your head, and you banish it just as quickly. That’s not something you want to think about right now, if ever.

“I’d say I’m the one who’s been honored,” he returns, “you’ve got the best work in the faction and everyone knows it.”

You feel some small surge of pride in your chest when he says it, hot and bright like the Dauntless flames. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me in a different way,” he offers, “Drinks tomorrow night, maybe? On me?”

You smile back at him. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good,” he grins, standing so he can look down at you. “I’ll pick you up then. It’ll be fun. Maybe you can teach me some of that Amity optimism.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. It would suit him, you think, smiling more, trusting you so he can let down his guard. Looking at him, at how his eyes brighten when he laughs, you think it already does.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello love 🖤

Can I request an a-z fluffy hc for Pietro?

lovie, OFC OFC!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

SFW ALPHABET

pietro maximoff x implied female reader, 1.2k words

found lots of different templates, so I combined parts as wasn't sure

A = attractive (what do they find attractive about their partner?)

— physically: hands, hair, eyes, thighs

— mentally: how kind and considerate you are. your big, loving heart

B = baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)

im in 2 minds - either yes and have a tonne or none. thinking he likes the idea of some of the responsibility, so being an uncle is a good compromise. he probably only wants to spend time with just you, so a kid may get in the way (sorry) 

C = cuddle (how do they like to cuddle?)

on the sofa, huddled under blankets with you half lying on him. legs wrapped together kinda thing

D = dreams (how do they picture their future with their S/O?)

maybe lots of travelling, but eventually you'd both settle down somewhere quiet and grow old together

E = emotions (are they open with their emotions?)

I think he's mostly open with his feelings. not ashamed to cry at a movie. VERY open and vocal about his feelings for you

F = feelings (when did they know they’re in love?)

probably immediately/ after your first date. definitely when he realises how similar you are to him - ie when playing along with is humour

G = gratitude (how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

I think sometimes he can be a little oblivious, but that doesn't mean he's unappreciative!! he's very grateful for you, and how you love and care for him, just sometimes he doesn't particularly notice your sacrifices - like when you'd put his feelings first. but he's getting better at noticing and in turn showing his thanks

H = honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

I think he's mostly an open book, and probably overshares on many things - tells you gross stories you don't wanna hear and will tell you other people's secrets too. bit of a blabber mouth

I = injury (how would they react if you got hurt?)

would definitely wanna hurt the person that hurt you. but would also help patch you up if you hurt yourself. probs a bit overdramatic about something minuscule - all up in arms, acting like you lost a limb if you sliced your finger when chopping food

J = jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they deal with it)

yep very, but like the tan one, he knows that only he gets to have you, so that reassures him when he sees you get hit on. he def tries to make the other person jealous while they're chatting you up - would kiss you, or wrap an arm around you, maybe whispers something before walking you away

K = kiss (how do they kiss you? how do they like to be kissed?)

im thinking the chastest and most innocent of kisses are likely to turn into a full-fledged makeout. he's a very passionate guy, so he probs kisses like he's saying goodbye

L = love (who says ‘I love you’ first?)

him. him. pietro! probably way too soon, but he means it and didn't say it just because 

M = memory (what’s their favorite memory together?)

when he took you back home to sokovia to meet his family (and no, they didn't die, everyone is alive and well!) he saw you talk and mix yourself in his culture - like when you help his mum make a meal or play a game with his dad. the whole trip would be one of his most favourite memories

N = nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

yes! he tries to with what he can. it may not be extravagant, but it's thoughtful and special. (or maybe he borrows it from shops) he says when he gets rich and old, he'll buy you anything you want. makes these cute 'promises' about buying you a big house (even though may never afford it)

O = on cloud nine (what are they like when they’re in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their feelings?)

SMITTEN! SMITTEN! SMITTEN!! completely and utterly smitten. it's very obvious and he isn't afraid to show it. he loves you and he wants everyone to know. like in elf, "im in love, im in love and I don't care who knows it"

P = pet names (what pet names do they use?)

any 'sokovian' terms of endearment - milovat/ draga. also thinking baby, but it's said lazily, so not baby, it's baby. the a gets pronounced like an e ??

Q = questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)

he def asks lots of random questions. mostly 'would you rather' or 'if you had to pick one' - those kinda questions

R = rainy day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

def movies on the couch kinda day/ other homely activities. OR you guys go out into the rain and have a cute walk around

S = support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?)

he's super supportive and very encouraging, even over tiny tiny things - like you send him a text saying that you did food shopping and he replies like you've just cured an illness, but he's not sarcastic about it (that often) he's just a hypeman, like a puppy in human form

T = talking (what do they like to talk about?)

anything and everything. def think he's the type to have verbal diarrhoea. blabbers on about things when you're trying to sleep, or make witty comments about things you see. often you have to kiss him to shut him up

U = understanding (how well do they know their partner? are they empathetic?)

super understanding and in tune with you. he wasn't always like that, but over time he's learnt and got better at it. very empathetic and sincere towards you

V = value (how important is the relationship to them? what is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

EXTREMELY!! you'd be the only special thing to him. he loves many other things, but not in the way he loves you

W = wedding (when, where, and how do they propose?)

I do think he can be a bit flashy, but would refrain from that for the wedding. he wants it to be a huge celebration with all of his and your family - like a huge party. would be spring/summertime. maybe somewhere exotic ??

X = XOXO (how affectionate are they? in public/in private)

BAHA very. very handsy, and big on pda!! not afraid to snog you in public, or hug you in a queue

so much more affectionate in private, my god. big physical touch kinda dude

Y = yearning (how well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

not good, not great, at all. texts you constantly, calls you whenever he can, video calls you at night - will have to stay on the phone as you get ready for bed. probs likes to stay on video call overnight just so he can feel close to you

Z = zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

yes, absolutely. he hates to lose you, so if that means admitting his wrongdoings, he'll do that

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#request #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff headcanon #pietro maximoff fluff #pietro maximoff x you #pietro x reader #sfw alphabet

[etherealbelphie]

Can you talk about more of all the obey me characters having a group chat about MC and sharing pictures?

As headcannons plz

In case you don't know, this is in reference to this post.

Diavolo was actually the one to start the group chat, although it wasn't intended to go the way it did. Originally, the group chat consisted only of himself, Lucifer, and Barbatos.

It was a photo of MC, Luke, Simeon, and Solomon sitting in the student council room, working on decorations for the next school dance. It was accompanied by the message 'Look how hard everyone is working!'

Lucifer, of course, only focused on MC. It did his pride good to see how hard they were working to make this program successful.

Lucifer made the mistake of calling this out in the messages, and jokingly (?) suggested adding the rest of his brothers to the chat so they could see what hard work actually looked like.

Diavolo did not catch the sarcasm, and immediately added all of the brothers to the chat as well.

Lucifer's younger brothers saw what he'd said earlier, so there were varying levels of protests about that.

Then the group chat went dead for a while.

The next time someone used it, it was Mammon. Apparently, he'd been out with MC and lost track of them.

After everyone yelled at him for losing MC, they added the adults of Purgatory hall for best group organizing. (They didn't want to worry Luke.)

Why didn't they add MC to the group chat to try and get ahold of them? That's a good question. They've got one brain cell combined (Maybe even 2 if you count Barbatos), so maybe that's why.

Eventually, Mammon found them back at the shop he'd just come from. (MC was sitting at customer service like a lost child.)

He sent a picture of them to the group chat to prove they were alright, and then the group chat went dead again.

Until someone else lost MC.

You thought that was a one-time thing? No. That's a Tuesday. There have been at least 8 more 'I lost MC' chats.

This happened so often that Levi decided to make a meme about it.

This inspired everyone else to start making MC memes, with different people participating to different degrees.

Some people used meme templates, and some people were putting captions over photos they had.

This led to people getting jealous of some of the photos people had.

Simeon, in his infinite wisdom, decided the easiest way to stop this problem would be to share all the photos they had of MC.

And that's the story of how the group chat began.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #obey me dia #obey me diavolo #obey me barb #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me mc #obey me main character

[bowieandqueen11]

Steve Rogers SFW Alphabet, A-M

Request: Oooh can I also request a SFW headcanon A-M with Steve Rogers pls?

Of course my lovely, here you go! <3 If anyone would like the second half do let me know!

(I do not own Captain America or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @askthesuperhusbands. SFW Alphabet template credit goes to @keylimedie.)

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

HUGS!! SO. MANY. HUGS. Steve has lost a lot in his life: his parents, his best friend, and even his own time and prior life, so he grips onto you at every opportunity he can get for two main reasons. One: to close his eyes, dip his head into your neck and breathe in your scent, reminding himself that you're real. He hasn't lost you, and neither are you some kind of ethereal dream, or a HYDRA cruel illusion. Secondly: he's afraid that if his strong arms aren't around your waist, tucking you into his pecs until your palms are resting gingerly against them, that somehow the universe will find a way to take away the one thing he cares about most in the world.

He's definitely a kissy man as well. Not huge, PDA, sweeping you off your feet kind of kisses, because he has some of that residue nervousness from before the serum, when he was just an overlooked kid trying his best to fight for a scrap of any prestige. His kisses are far sweeter: he often leans down before he has to leave the Avengers Tower for a mission, a shy smile shining from his radiant face as he slowly pecks your lips. He's embarrassed when he's found out for it, but sometimes he adds an extra little nose rub against your own before he fully pulls away.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Steve Rogers is both the best and absolute best friend to have. I mean, like Bucky, the three of you all became friends in the 1930's, when you run over to help Buck fend off a bunch of bullies from a very irritated looking Steve. When you had given Steve your hand to pull him back onto his feet, at first he seemed to be holding his fingers to his side and wincing at the way his ribs hurt with each tug. When he finally looked up, though, and saw you... man, he still gives you that star-struck, mouth agape stare now as he did back then.

Although you have to spend half your time running down alleyways with Buck, trying to find Steve and stop him from bloodying up his nose too bad, and then a quarter of your time on top of that trying to drag the surprisingly headstrong man back into bed after his asthma attacks, the remaining time spent with Steve is incredible. A lot of time is spent out in diners, Steve pretending he isn't blushing on the stool next to you as you slide your milkshake across the counter and trying to get him to share your straw. Or, you persuade him to try the dance halls: at first he's terrified, his hand shaking on your waist and ducking his head down against your chest as his second left foot stamps against your own. Eventually, the ongoers and swing band whirls past like sparks of fireworks as you and Steve come to an agreement: he'll stand on your feet and grip tightly onto your hand as you trot the two of you about. He's laughing so much against your chin, that soon his fingers are clenched so tightly against your palm that he feels like they're burning once he shakes them out.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man is the ultimate cuddler. It comes from multiple, cold, New York nights, where he and Buck could barely afford the rent, and had to spend the night curled up together under his mother's old, mildew stained couch cushions. He knows how to tuck up into a person, which is why it's so sweet that often times in bed he'll try to tuck himself up to your front, curling up like a hedgehog despite his larger stature now. If your arms get tired from holding itself over and around his bicep though, he immediately can tell, and immediately feels really bad. He's getting a lot more accustomed to being the big spoon, feeling a sense of pride at the exhale of pure peace you give when you feel his knees knock up behind your own. Once his hard chin bumps against the top of your head, and you can feel his fluttering heartbeat rest right against your spine, you're able to fall into the most deep, peaceful sleep you've had in a long time.

D = Darling  (Pet names)

'Doll' is definitely his go to, mainly out of habit. Sam tried to trick him a couple of times into trying to call you some really cheesy nicknames from like the 90s like 'my boo', but he still sometimes calls you it to tease you after he saw how hard you laughed at his stuttering pronunciation. Bless his heart.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Since you're literally the love of Steve's life - his soulmate, it would take something insurmountable to make Steve break up with you. Even being apart for missions makes his whole body feel like it was going to collapse in on itself. He was that twenty three year old again, ducking back from enemy fire and taking a respite to pull the crinkled photograph of you out of his pocket. He'd carried it with him, even tucked into his suit when he fell into the ice, and something about rubbing his thumb over the curve of your smiling, black and white cheek manages to stifle the ferocious burn of yearning that smoulders in his stomach.

Therefore, if he were to break up with you, he would only do it if he had no other choice. Perhaps he had to leave, go incognito, was sent out on a mission he knew he wouldn't come back from. He knows you. He knows you can take care of yourself. You know that you could bounce back from this. But if you were in danger because of him... if he lost you, because of his selfishness to keep you by his side at all times, he would never be able to forgive himself. He's spent a lot of nights crying silently in bed at the thought, but he knows deep down it's the right thing to do if the situation arises.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oh my god, Steve wanted to marry you from the first moment his eyes glanced over your ethereal form. It started to get on Bucky's nerves, how often he would state it; when they were waiting by the railings at Cony Island for you to get to the top of the cotton candy queue, Steve had his hands stuck into his pockets, tenderly stroking at the fringes of his suspenders, as he put all his energy into smiling over at you. 'I'm going to marry Y/n one day, ya know?' Buck would just shake his head and slap Steve's back, but even he couldn't fault how perfect the two of you were for each other.

Or when the three of you were curled up underneath Steve's battered sofa cushions, a scratchy blanket the only thing keeping you warm as you huddled on the icy floor one unsympathetic New York night. You were tight as a bug in the middle, Buck's legs pulled up against your back, and Steve curled up facing you on your left. When he thought you were asleep, you felt the blanket rustle a little before the feel of his slight pointer finger suddenly graced the curve of your jaw: it was quick and slight, like the wings of a dragonfly dancing over the ripples of a pond so deep and enticing, that they can't help but want to drown. 'I swear, I'm going to marry you someday. You'll the only person I'll ever love, Y/n', he whispered into the dim cracked light flooding through the slants of the apartment's blinds, wistfully sighing at the lack of reply. You were too shell shocked to move, willing your eyes to remain shut when he carefully reached forwards and pressed the full extent of his shaking palm against the open side of your face.

Yeah, let's just say that when he proposes in Avengers Tower, you're not nearly as surprised as he is when you say yes. The two of you are weeping and grinning an equal amount as he grabs onto your waist and spins you in his arms, though.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This man is incredibly soft. He's always there for you emotionally always. He seems to have a sixth sense for whenever something is off with you, and before you can even groan in frustration he's intertwined your fingers and is dragging you into one of the empty rooms in the Tower. He doesn't want to scare you, or make you feel as if you have to talk to him though, so he sits at the board room table next to you and just... places your hands on his knees. That's it. He just massages the edges of your fingers, and looks at you with that look: that knowing, one eyebrow raised look, as if he's saying 'I know you. I know you better than I know myself. And I'll wait forever, do whatever, to make sure you're alright again.' The look of sheer love in the bottle blue depths is enough to make your bottom lip wobble, and it doesn't take long for your frustrations with Tony to come spilling out.

Although he's super gentle, he does immediately get... not angry, but annoyed? He's the sort of guy that wants to sort out the situation for you, no matter what it is or how dangerous. It's like when it comes to you, something switches in his brain. His face falls into a stern line, the muscle in his jaw twitching, and you have to desperately pull him back by the bicep to stop him going out and getting himself hurt.

He's super gentle physically as well, but it's all the more evident when the two of you are out on a mission and he hasn't heard from you over the walkie talkie for a while. His heart hammers a million miles per minute as he runs through the navel base, peering like a man possessed down each corridor, and throwing desks out of the way as he hunts for you. When you finally bump into him on Deck 3, confused as to why he was so worried as you had only lost radio contact around fifteen minutes ago, you barely have time to register the look of pure fear on his face before he's wrapped you in his arms. It's as if he's holding onto a baby bird, the way his hands tremble as they spread over your lower back and tuck you against his chin. You have to reassure him you're alright, and pretend for his sake that you don't feel the wet splash of lone tears he was unable to hold back on the top of your head.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As I said under the last point, bro does Steve give good hugs dear lordie lord. Have you seen this man??

Before the serum, Steve wasn't much of a huggy guy, mainly because he was too embarrassed about his feelings to show them so evidently and implicitly. You might have got the old half-shoulder press when you left him back at this door after a day spent out at the park, but that would have been about it.

Post serum Steve cannot keep his hands off you. Although I don't feel like he's one for massive amounts of PDA in front of the other Avengers, mainly because he's fed up of getting teased all the time by Tony for it, it's much more recurrent in private. He hugs you every morning in bed: before you've even managed to blink your eyes fully open, Steve's shuffled under the covers and over towards your back. His lips are puffed: warm and languid as they slide kisses down the back of your shoulder blade, his arm strong and tight as it winds around your waist. 'Good morning', he murmurs as his bottom lip wipes delicately over the back of your neck, smiling to himself as you groan and shove yourself back against his touch.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Steve's told you he loves you a lot, but mainly when he thinks you're asleep or otherwise are too preoccupied to hear him. He's whispered it to you during sleepovers since you were both seven years old: he's murmured it to the breeze when you jump up from picnics in Central Park and wave him off, running back home before your mother realises you've been gone so long. He states it plainly into the night, when he's restless and alone in his apartment, with only his chipping ceiling keeping his pining mind company.

The first time he told you properly, though, was right before he fell into the ice. It was the last thing, as far as you thought, that he had ever said to you. He had promised to take you dancing again, now that he didn't have two left feet, and that he would meet you at six o'clock next week in your favourite spot by old Mrs McGee's Diner on 10th street. Before the radio had fizzled out into the deafening sound of silence, the words he had stated, so candid and forthright, as if they were the truest words in the world, had stabbed your heart with each whirring crackle. 'I love you, Y/n. I always have. I always will. I'm sorry I couldn't give you more.'

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I do have to say, poor Stevey does get jealous. In the back of his head, when he sees you talking and laughing during group hangouts with Thor, he reverts back to that skinny version of himself, who spent all day every day watching Bucky introduce new guys to you. He can't help the way that same overwhelming feeling of jealousy bubbles up from his gut and moves his limbs before he even realises, but he's quick to come stand by your side.

He's polite though, adding quips and bits to the conversation, but making it obvious to the both of you that he's there to just survey the scene. To calm down his nerves, even though he trusts you wholeheartedly. His eyes will keep flicking down to your eyes, then your nose, then your lips, and although he'll try to keep some self restraint and stop his arm from reaching out to latch on to you, if you're talking to someone he doesn't know he's less likely to be able to control himself.

Be ready to be lifted up and shoved up against the elevator wall before it's even completely closed on the Gala. Steve's shoved your thighs apart and hefted them up in the air so he can stand between your legs, his lips bruising as he kisses the side of your mouth, his hands simultaneously reaching up to undo the buttons of your dress shirt. He can't help it. He needs to show you how much he adores you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They range from soft and sweet to hot and heavy. They're more, let's say polite in public. Say the two of you wander into the Avenger's kitchens at the same time, and as an act of fondness he'll reach for the coffee tin past your side while also leaning his head down to peck your lips. Just sweet little reminders through the day that he loves you.

Some are more languid and wistful though. When the two of you discovered that the Winter Soldier was really Bucky?? Steve was nearly inconsolable, despite how strong a façade he tried to put up for Natasha. The kisses that night are far more fervent, as you walk into Sam's spare bedroom to find Steve hasn't even taken his jacket off yet. He's just sitting on the edge of the mattress, a ten yard stare straight down at the floor as he clenches and wrangles his hands together. You have to come between his legs carefully, trying your best not to disturb him too much, before cupping his cheeks between your hands. You press soft little kisses around the tip of his nose, his eyes falling shut heavily, the weight of the world on his shoulders. It surprises you to find that he's the one to part his reddened lips, still raw from crying, and grabs a hold onto your bottom lip.

He loves to kiss the corner of your mouth, mainly because 1) he's spent pretty much every day of his childhood staring at your lips and daydreaming about the way they'd feel against yours, but 2) he still feels to shy, as if he doesn't deserve to actually be able to kiss you.

As for himself, he loves it when you kiss his forehead. It was a little idiosyncrasy the two of you had - when you were younger, the first time Steve had gotten beaten up, you had smuggled him back into your house and plopped him down on your father's favourite arm chair, right by the living room window. He was awestruck as you ran into the kitchen, amazed at the way you had absolutely no fear as you stole a bottle of your parents Vodka, and gathered some gauze from underneath the kitchen sink. He had been too stock still, too nervous to move as you tried to tidy up the cuts around his eyebrow as best as you could, but he had made this embarrassing little squeak when you had leant down to kiss the top of your forehead once you were finished.

Because you found it so sweet, how bashfully he had pulled his woollen jumper over his eyes and tried to bury himself down into the cushion, absolutely mortified, you did it again. And again. Until it was a little check in between the two of you: a kiss on the forehead to let each other know you were alright. It makes him feel safe, and still makes his heart thunder in his chest the way it did the first time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I feel like Steve probably wouldn't be too keen to have children, mainly because of how dangerous and uncertain your lifestyles are. He's a pretty good uncle though! When Cassie was younger, and Scott had been invited round to the Avengers Tower by Tony to get the low down on him, you had opened the door to the main area to find Steve had joined in on their little tour. He had plopped Cassie on his shoulders, and was more than happy to spend the day telling her about all the goings on with the Avengers, and listening to her gossip about what her friends had been up to in school.

He's kind, and gentle around children, but doesn't particularly want them himself. Some part of him still worries that he'll pass on all the childhood illnesses he had, and he doesn't want to put another human being through the pain of that.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings usually go two ways.

As I said before, he cuddles up against your back and leaves soft hickeys against your back until J.A.R.V.I.S. politely asks the two of you to stop,

He drags you out of bed at the crack of dawn and makes you go for runs with Sam. He loves having that time to be able to catch up with his friend, but also finds it too much fun turning the early workout into a competition with you. If the two of you aren't shoving into each other, playfully pushing each other with your arms in your attempt to get back to the Washington Monument first, than all can be heard is your joint giggles as you team up to do laps around Sam and annoy the heck out of him.

Either way, his perfect morning always involves you.

#captain america #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers headcanons #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #captain america headcanons #marvel #sfw alphabet

[internetskiff]

hoo boy. SOMA. I definitely do not think of that game often ahaha that game certainly has not affected me in any way

Anyways!! Catherine Chun is honestly my favorite deuteragonist in gaming because of how well she's written (sorry Wheatley (he's a close second though)). On my first playthrough I (and I assume a lot of other people) just immediately decide "OK, she's the only other sane 'person' on this station, so she's automatically a friend", and hell, it seems that's how Simon himself views her from the moment they first speak at Upsilon's comms center. But reading into her dialogue, she really doesn't seem to view Simon as a buddy at all up until like.. Their heart-to-heart at the Climber methinks. Just look at how she speaks with him whenever he starts getting existential.

She speaks to him as more of an annoying coworker at times. Considering her attitude towards other sentient machines, I think it's extending even to Simon. She sees him as a means to an end, or at least tries to, up until she has to copy and paste his mind into a new diving suit. And then, when she fails to hide the original Simon from the newly created duplicate and he is rightfully distraught and furious - I think that's when the actual weight of it all hits her.

This interaction still fucks me up a little. The distress in that "Please, stop" as Simon (very righftully) lashes out at her. It's even worse when you consider this is how most of the people she scanned treated her. They're all desperate. They hope that when they sit down in that Pilot Seat and close their eyes, they'll open them in paradise. But when they end up exactly where they were. and realize a copy of them is going to be living it large on a spaceship while they continue rotting down at Pathos II, it's no wonder they'd suddenly view the whole thing as cruel and disgusting. It's still wrong and selfish, of course - especially directing that anger at the one person responsible for preserving humanity simply because you refuse to understand how brain scans work. It's worse when you realize she never got to defend herself from all of it, and in the end she was killed by her own desperate coworkers. And now she's experiencing it again. Unknowingly, Simon's putting her through the exact same thing her human template went through over and over and over again. She viewed him as a means to an end, but I think that stopped after she had to go through that. She shares her memories of home with Simon. I'd say they only REALLY start getting along at like, Phi, which makes the exchange immediately after the ARK is launched that much more gut wrenching. The thing is, while I think Catherine stopped viewing Simon as a means to an end, Simon didn't stop viewing her as one. From the moment she tells him about the ARK, he was probably itching to get on it. Sure, saving humanity is great, but you'd probably also want to be saved aswell, no?

The fact that this is her last exchange and these are the last words she manages to say is absolutely fucked up. You can just imagine what was going through Catherine's mind as she was saying this - Simon telling her she's "Fucking disgusting!", a sentiment echoed by people she considered acquaintances (people she was saving), seeing her own corpse with it's head bashed in by a wrench.. This wasn't just aimed at Simon, I think. This is basically her finally standing up for herself. Her standing up to everyone who despised her simply because THEY didn't understand how brain scans work. She did everything right, she saved humanity - and she was still treated like garbage in the end. And she doesn't even get to finish her sentence before her chip fries and she dies for the second and final time. And if Simon saw things from her perspective for once, he would have the time to pull her Omnitool out and save her from that.

#soma #simon jarrett #catherine chun #soma game #rambling #frictional games #their interactions are so well written i can't stop thinking about them #they're written so.. idk #human? which is ironic considering one is a sentient diving suit and the other is stuck in a door opener #honestly haven't found a game with character interactions just as engaging as the ones these two had

[heich0e]

I asked a while back about binding your work Percolate in to a book. And I wanted to share because we finished!! My elderly neighbor Carol is er was a book binder/restored book for a job and is now a hobby for her so she helped me! She helped me format it correctly, and buy the correct paper, and helped me print it all from the comfort of my home So it was a lot. (Well the cover we took to our local printing company to have printed out on fancy matte paper) I wanted to share it with you because it means so much to me to have this work of art in my hands, to physically hold it and love it! I’ve already started reading it again while sipping on my not Tea (hot water lemon and honey) sitting in front of my large window cuddle in a cozy fuzzy blanket. So thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking time to write this amazing work of art and sharing it. Thank you 💕

(I will say we did chest just a little bit we used a template for the cover and the free vector images carol has for making covers. Because I can’t draw I tried and it was bad haha! )

i would like to preface this by letting you know that when i saw this ask for the first time i immediately burst into tears, so if the following is a bit dramatic at least you have that bit of context.

i felt a lot of things all at once, i think, seeing you hold Percolate in your hands. first was just a kind of dumbstruck amazement that it existed in a real, physical, tangible way somewhere out there in the big wide world. next was a sense of pride that it was something i had written. and third was just this deep, unending sense of gratitude and appreciation for you (and sweet Carol.)

i remember writing Percolate curled up on my couch or in my bed, trying to find the right words to tell the story; listening to music while i edited a chapter and wondering if anyone was even going to like it; how nauseated i would feel each time i posted an update until someone finally left a comment saying they enjoyed it, and the rush of satisfaction that would follow; and the 16 pages of looseleaf paper that i had first scrawled the plot onto when the idea struck me, and used as an outline until the very last chapter.

i sometimes forget about Percolate, so many years on. i'm not as active in the AOT fandom. i don't celebrate the big milestones it hits anymore in the same way i used to. the numbers (while something i am of course incredibly grateful for) have lost their meaning a little bit, i think, in the grand scheme of things. 77,640 hits is a lot of times to have been clicked on. 2,825 kudos means that there are almost three thousand people out there who found my story and liked something in it enough to let me know. and this one hard copy of the fic, that you worked hard to make with your hands, means that someone cared about the thing i made enough to want to treasure it. that's something so special to me that i can't begin to say.

this silly story--my story, that used to be just some thoughts in my head and now is real on your bookshelf--was an absolute honour to share with you, and it's as much yours as it is mine now. thank you so much for sending me these photos of your hard work, and thank you for loving the story. i hope it makes you happy for a long time!!

#liv got mail #perc asks #keep forever

[yulgurr]

I felt like doing this Camille thing with @/peachiehambo's template

And some voicelines I found in one of my ancient google docs, these are the lines she says in the monastery at the beginning of every chapter of Academy phase.

Prologue

› "Camille Adeline Gautier, pleased to make your acquaintance." (automatic response) › "..." "..." › "That should be all."

Ch.1: Three houses

› "A mock battle? Truth to be told. I'd rather sit this one out." › "I wouldn't be much help on the battlefield.. At least, not right now."

Ch. 2: Familiar Scenery

› "Um.. Professor.. I have a very.. foolish.. question." › "Who do you think takes care of the owls here? What do they eat?" › "Mice?! And frogs?! But…" › "But they are cute…. *sigh*" › "Right, I should.. focus on the first mission now. Bandits in the Red Canyon, correct? I wonder what they are up to."

Ch. 3: Mutiny in the Mist

› Camille: "I.. knew Lord Lonato. Not personally, but.. when I was home a couple of years ago, I received a marriage proposal from House Gaspard." › Sylvain: "What? I never knew that!" › Camille: "Luckily it was simply a written one, so I managed to burn it before father saw…" › Camille: "Later when I heard that his oldest son was executed.. I was… Glad that I burnt that proposal letter. Were father to see it and accept it, the reputation of the House Gautier would be damaged and–" › Sylvain: "Hold on!" › Sylvain: "Forget the House, what would you do if father were to accept it?" › Camille: "I would be married into a House Gaspard. But I was 14 at the time and didn't want that kind of life." › Sylvain: "Fourteen?! And you never said anything to me?! Not even a word?" › Camille: "You were busy with your studies and I was busy with mine. I didn't want to bother you so I dealt with it myself." › Camille: "And also, we had Miklan to worry about." › Sylvain: "Eh.. well, fair enough."

Ch. 4: The Goddess' Rite of Rebirth

› "It.. may sound silly, but I recently learned how to fish!" › "I really enjoy the process of it. You stay here, with a rod, quietly, and wait. That's it! And if people walk by, they lower their voices too!" › "By the way, I've been lucky to catch some big ones!! I should show them to Sylvain just to see his face. Haha." › "Also, Professor, before I forget. I started taking additional classes with Professor Belhor. Just wanted to inform you."

Ch. 5: Tower of Black Winds

› "Miklan was.. never really a true brother to us.. And.. it's not a big surprise he would turn to banditry." › "It is however a surprise that he would steal a relic… We must take it back, at all cost."

Ch. 6: Rumors of a Reaper

› "What? Flayn went missing?! It.. must be very tough on Seteth, he cares for her deeply."

» Any thoughts on where she might be?

› "Hmm.. let's see.. I'd say that Professor Belhor seemed to like Flayn a lot, she might have more thoughts than me." › "Other than that, no ideas. I hope Flayn stays safe."

Ch. 7: Field of the Eagle and Lion

Day: › "A battle of the Eagle and Lion.. Honestly, I think I'm ready!" › "I wasn't prepared for the mock battle, but this time! I'll give it my all!"

Sunset, training grounds: › Camille: "Oh uh! Professor!" › Belhor: "Hello. This is a private session, leave the training grounds immediately." 

Ch. 8: Flame in the Darkness

› "The Battle of the Eagle and Lion went great! I'm so proud of how I've grown." › "Some things still terrify me, but overall I think I'm getting better at many other things.. I'm glad to study under your wing, Professor."

Ch. 9: The Cause of Sorrow

› "Professor!!" › "For the love of Goddess, please DO NOT choose me for the White Heron Cup!!"

»I choose you! › "NO! H-how could you? Are you sure?" › "You will regret this later, I'm telling you"

»Won the Heron Cup › "I knew this was going to happen.. well.." › "Why did you do this?... So cruel…"

»I'm not choosing you (i forgot the choices we had there my bad) › "Oh thank you!! Thank you so much!!!" › "I hope you have fun at the ball though!"

Ch. 10: Where the Goddess Dwells

› "I'm sorry for your loss, Professor. It's alright if you want to take a break and heal." › "Don't push yourself and take things slow for now." › "The wounds will heal soon. Please take care of yourself."

Ch. 11: Throne of Knowledge

› "Wow, professor! Your hair looks really cool!" › "Maybe if I get powerful, I'll do something with my hair as well!"

»How's your training with Belhor going?

› "Oh.. uh.. why do you ask?" › "Well.. it's going alright. I learned a lot of new spells from her.." › "The only downside is, she won't let me catch a breath even for a moment." › "But other than that. I feel I'm getting stronger." › "I always wanted to get stronger, you know. Back when Miklan still lived with us, I.. *sigh*. No, I better not drown in these memories right now." › "We have your ceremony to worry about! I really want to see how it goes!"

Before the invasion

› "The Imperial Army is heading towards Garreg Mach.. A big battle will take place here." › "Maybe this is my chance to…." › "Oh! Professor, I… I will fight with all I have."

#yulgurr art #fe3h oc

[skydalorian]

hey, saw you were looking for possible effective templates for reporting the bs from last night, so this is what I ended up sending in, in case it's at all helpful. I personally think it's terrible for more reasons than listed here, but I was trying to keep it to things that were directly actionable and most likely a violation of their previous agreement (I also included relevant screenshots)

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I imagine you may be getting more than a few of these in the near future, but despite the previous decision made by your office regarding gender identity discrimination in moderation on Tumblr their CEO has spent a large portion of his night actively ranting about a trans woman that was banned, which seems immediately discriminatory considering this is not normal process for banned accounts on Tumblr (which he even acknowledged, saying company policy in these matters is normally to stay quiet). Furthermore I am concerned about his admission that as of last year, Tumblr did indeed have a transphobic moderator contracted who was also "selling moderation". Despite his claim of having spoken about this before, I had never heard or seen this anywhere on the site (nor had anyone else). Additionally, Matt gave no exact information on the date, but it seems to me that there is every chance this happened after the 180 days given to Tumblr for compliance, and I'm certainly confused as to how it happened if they had actually taken the measures in training and oversight that was asked of them. Beyond that, at least one former employee has noted that trans members of staff may be unfairly targeted for firing, and do not feel safe voicing concerns about transphobia and other possible discriminatory practices. Given that the CEOs behavior this evening involved banning other accounts critical of his decision and going so far as to private message individual users on the platform, I at minimum do not feel comfortable raising any discriminatory issue with Tumblr or Automattic staff given the possible repercussions, and his recent public statements regarding race and gender only suggest this issue will continue to worsen without intervention.

I thank you for your time in reading and hope that someone, possibly, can protect marginalized Tumblr users, because the one clear statement their CEO has made tonight is that he has no plans to, and I would argue he's actually made it less so.

Thank you! This is a great resource for anyone who was feeling like they wanted to contribute a complaint but was unsure what template might work!

#predesterone #prestrogen #discrimination #transphobia #nycchr

[soft-spot-for-speedsters]

Look, I love seeing the ramblings of @givemewallywestorgivemedeath and what is going on in the comics.

But the SECOND that I saw her swinging her brother around like a battering ram and sending grown men fleeing this is immediately what I saw in my head, so I was determined to make it a reality.

Hail the feral 9 year old - she learned from the best. She's probably killed a few guys already. It's fine.

Did I use the OG meme template? Not fully, but this is better.

#flash #one minute war #impulse #thunderheart #irey park west #jai park west #the faction #surge #isn't that his name or smthn? #god she really picked a warriorcats name #anyways #I spent too much time on this so please enjoy #I think i'm funny

[xumoonhao]

i was tagged by @meowonhao (a vvv long time ago omg... ||orz) to do this svt tag game!!! thank you sm this was very fun 🥰 now bc i feel like talking i will say something abt each of them :3

going seventeen was the first era i guess i was a part of tho i did start stanning at the vvv end of promos :o it was bc of hannie actually that i started stanning, which takes me to the next point :3

hannie was my first bias bc i saw a pic of him (the one i used of him <<<333) and thought he was just so so beautiful and i had to know who he was Immediately...like he really has so much power. i literally only had to see him once and that was it for me !!!

lucky is my best friend my love my life.....she is truly THE song for me like no other song hits me the same way lucky does like honestly...shes all i need

hao is my current bias and love of my life like really and truly im a hao lover for Life

heng;garae means so much to me.......all the songs on it are so good like they really put fearless + left & right + kidult + i wish all on the same mini?? bro........not to mention my my and together like they really hit it outta the PARK w/that once!!! an ode is def my fav full-length tho :3 it was even my url for a while!!!!!!!!

bias-wrekcers (tho ive really never used that term, even when i was into kpop back in like 2009 😭) are hoshi and gyu...those are my MEN....... honourary mentions to wonwoo and jun too <3

jun + hao my darling men....they have such a wonderful friendship and i love them sm but really and truly any duo in seventeen means the world to me !

THEIR COVER OF HAPPINESS..........it was their first cover i ever watched (one of the first videos in general!!!) and it meant so so much to me bc i ADORED happiness and it was one of the first kpop songs i ever listened to even if it was super juniors cover of it and it LOVED seeing them cover it like it was truly a meeting of my years in kpop

it was So Hard to pick a fav gose but the first ttt has such a special place in my heart omg...its so cute and fun :(((

ill tag @kwonhochi, @ashmp3, @irlvernon, @arwensundomiels, and @10281 to do this!!! only if you want ofc, im not sure if you have done it already ^-^

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#sorry i took so long to do this :c i always forget when i get tagged in things TT #but!!! it was really really fun so thank you for tagging me :3 #tag games

[my-devil-may-cry-brainrot]

DmC: Devil May Cry- Mission 4: Under Watch

The loading screens themselves are always so cool. Also, scythe.

Yet again, if this is such a densely populated city, why are there hardly any cars driving on the streets and hardly any pedestrians? I mean, I know why, because the developers didn't want to have to program moving through traffic, but still.

BLOB, FROM X-MEN?

well, it's obvious that Virility doesn't actually make you lose weight.

Dante's expression looking a little soft kind of melts me

Immediately back to gremlin mode. Love it.

BEHOLD, THE ALL-SEEING EYE OF SAU-- I mean, Mundus.

I hate that I fell so many times getting between these. How embarrassing.

Yeah, fuck Big Brother.

...Literally, what the hell is this? It somewhat resembles one of the special red doors I'm supposed to bust through with my axe, but it does nothing? And I can't use Devil Pull on it, either? But it looks important?

"Come closer", says the ominous voice and words. "Nope!" says my survival instinct.

Oh, fuck these things.

Do I get completion bonuses if I find a key but can't get it? *hehe* If only.

Wait I figured it out. I feel so smart.

"homeless for you"??????

ain't no way I can get both of those hard-to-reach souls wtf

The Frost Knights are cool. I hate them.

Well, fuck you, too.

Another impossible place to get to????

Why does this remind me of a meme template of some dumb quote that sounds philosophical and wise but is actually stupid?

Awww Dante with the soft expression again, caring about her life. So cute.

I hate these ugly flying demon baby cherub things

Such a badass, perfectly timed screenshot. If I say so myself.

FLAPPY JACKET

DANTE'S ASS

COOL GUY LANDING POSE

*cries.*

I'm so dead

this thing looks so terrifying

how do I even kill it

it's armor is too strong

I BELIEVE I CAN FLYYYYYYY

BREAK A WINDOW AND TOUCH THE SKYYYY

THE WAY HE GLANCES AT HER TO MAKE SURE SHE SAW HIM BEING A BADASS LMAO

THE WAY HE TRIED TO PLAY OFF NEARLY STUMBLING AFTER LANDING

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Proof corporate media is corrupt in every universe. Falsely blaming Dante for shit is one thing but...??? MURDERING WOMEN AND CHILDREN???? HE DID NOT!!

Shiiiit the health/death penalties for the boss battle was brutal. All those enemies PLUS the Tyrant??? ugh

I managed to get all but ONE soul and I have no idea how to get it. No idea where the other key could have been, either.

#dmc #dmc: devil may cry #dante sparda #dante #sparda #first playthrough #screenshots #gaming screenshot #screencaps #reactions #simping hours #simping #mission 4 #under watch

[yan-snowcave]

[Saw @cannibalsweetheart dropping this and I just had to use this to talk more about my beloved boy, Remor xD If you wanna do it then click here and it will bring you to the template!]

Casanova :

After meeting Casanova our dear Prince of Sloth fell head over heals for them. From the white fluffy hair, the hetrochromic eyes, cute braces and his overall casanova-like mask. It just ticked all of Remor's boxes and apparently he did the same to the Incubus.

Casanova is one of the few people where Remor can fully relax and not be worried of getting hurt, he even allowed Casanova to see what's underneath his Ram Skull mask.

He still keeps some secret from his beloved Incubus though, some things are better kept a secret. He hopes that if Nova ever finds out about it that he won't be angry at him.

Cyanide :

Remor's fear of anything medical related [Hospitals, medicine, nurses/doctors, pharmacies, ect.] Jumped over to Cyanide because of a mistake where the manufactur sold the wrong type of medicine. After waking up in pain and getting his right meds from Cyanide at the pharmacy the damdge had already been done. He still keeps everything civil around her but everyone can see how anxious and kinda paranoid he is of Cyanide handling his medicine. [He feels bad for fearing Cy, he knows it wasn't her fault but that dosen't stop his mind.]

Cyanide on the other hand has a more Platonic relationship with Remor, she felt sorry for what happend to him and understands that sadly she can't do anything about his fear other then pack the meds right in front of him. Even double or tripple checking that these were the right meds just to calm his mind.

She still has a small crush on the Skull wearing prince which she hides rather well. If he ever showed intrest or asked her out on a date she would accept and see where it goes from there.

Ketamine :

First time meeting Ketamine was a shitshow, between Remor rampaging around [Kicking Nova so hard in the dick that he thought he would loose it, a certain lemon-loving nurse usig Ketamine as a meat-shield as said Doctor tried to wrestle Remor onto the ground. Earning himself a few headbutts to the chest.] In the end the surgery went well and he apologized alot, even offering to buy him his favorite food as some compensation.

He accepted the offer [mostly to piss of Nova] and started to bound with the Sloth Prince. They mostly talked about their work, pets they kept and on rare occasions when Ketamine had a bit too much to drink, their families. Over time Remor formed a small crush on Ketamine that he's trying tonsupress since he already has Nova and isn't yet ready to ask him about a Poly-relationship with his co-worker.

Meanwhile Ketamine was annoyed with Remor at firdt, he hadn't had the best first impression but still he accepted his offer. After a few weeks of annoying Casanova with taking away Remor's time, he sorta bounded with said Sloth Prince. He stopped hanging out with him just for the purpose of annoying Nova and instead started to enjoy his company.

If anyone askes him tho he would say that they're an annoyance that just bringst him good alcohol and worms. The small crush he formed on the Sloth prince [thanks to his overall shyness and Nova's non-stop lovey dovey gushing about him.] Is something he's trying to drown out and then stomp it into a fine dust, before it can grow into anything more then small feelings.

Pestilence :

They made eye contact once and immediately decided that the other is now their best friend whom they will share a braincell with. They even made an agreement that if they are both in their 30's and non of them are married that they would get married for Tax Benefits.

Remor has platonically adopted Pesti into his family, it met his parents who immideantly fell in love with it and were very dissapointed when they couldn't officaly adopt it into the Pajira family. Promised it that if they find a way that they would contact it immediately.

Pesti is another person who saw Remor without his mask, it even has pics of them where he dosen't wear it. It keeps them in a very well hidden and password protected folder, when Remor learned it he pulled it into a bearhug and thanked it. He swears he didn't cry...Maybe a little...

#cannibal sweetheart #casanova valentine #cyanide lavigne #ketamine yetrovzki #pestilence valentine #🦴 remor pajira

[space-writes]

Hi Space!! I saw your post about Obsidian, and I think it would be perfect for my worldbuilding notes. (for novels + D&D things). Do you have any advice about how to get started with a worldbuilding/story vault? Especially how to make it look as nice and aesthetic as your notes? I opened Obsidian for the first time just now and I immediately felt lowkey overwhelmed by the possibilities.

You also mentioned plug-ins? How do those work? Do you have any you consider essential for yourself?

Sorry if these are silly questions, but I'm very curious about this, and I want to give it a shot! Thanks for answering, and for telling me about this super cool-looking app!

~ Morri🗡 (@memento-morri-writes)

Hi Morri!

not silly questions at all! i'm more than happy to chat about obsidian for literal hours

The key here is do not do everything at once. As you build, what you think you need, and what you actually need, will change. The best way, I’ve found, to build any kind of vault in Obsidian is organically. Put in a small bit of information, play with it, then put in some more.

I fully expect no-one to do this, because I did not, and ended up refactoring my entire process multiple times, because I am an idiot who thinks common sense does not apply to me.

I wrote a post for anon here that covers some bits about plugins (which i will be making a post about soon, it’s in progress!), and such, but I’ll repeat here one of my main points, which is that there are as many ways to organise Obsidian as there are people. It is overwhelming, because there is so much freedom. I spent a long time switching through themes and organisation methods, before realising that I had to grow my own process that worked for me.

I base mine on a (very very) bastardised version of Johnny Decimal. Top level folders for large categories, with subfolders if needed.

and now a cut! because this did, in fact, get long

making a worldbuilding/story vault

For a worldbuilding/story vault, I’d recommend starting with the very very basics of your information:

a folder for meta information, like images, pdfs, other files, any templates you make. just to keep that stuff out of the way

a folder for research

a folder or folders for characters and setting

a folder for the actual writing

within those, it depends on what you’re working on how you want to organise. I have the following in my ‘world’ folder for the Valloroth vault:

and my D&D vault looks like this:

I like big categories and i cannot lie. I like this method because it makes sense for my brain, and I know where to look for things. however, don’t feel beholden to any organisation you set up if it’s not working. try it, find the friction points, try something different to ease the friction points.

the best and worst thing about Obsidian is that you can do whatever you want. so if it’s not working - change it! it’s your vault!

for the aesthetic

i am the kind of person who knows just enough css to be a danger to myself and others, and I like tinkering. it took me a couple years to get my vaults looking the way they do, but the quickest way to get a pretty vault is to look at community themes!

For d&d, the go-to MVP of themes is ITS Theme. It has a lot of options, a really good set of explainer docs, and the dev is a pretty active member in the discord community. (hi SlR if you ever read this! love your work!)

My main vault uses the typewriter theme, with custom colour accents, custom fonts, and also a bunch of CSS snippets. Valloroth is entirely custom on top of vanilla obsidian, and i’m scared to look at the code because it’s over a year old now, and I haven’t really updated it and I am not a dev TT_TT

many of my prettifying tweaks are bits of CSS I’ve collected from lurking in discord over the past few years, or stolen from other themes.

but if you’re not a nerd with too much free time like me, hop into the community themes under ‘appearance’ in settings, and play around until you find one you like. and then, if you’re a nerd with too much free time like me, there’ll be like one or two things in that theme you want to change, and before you know it you’re neck deep in w3schools trying to figure out which selector you need to target when you should be asleep.

i’m always happy to chat/share CSS bits and pieces, if you/others are interested!

aaaand this post is long enough, so i hope that’s been helpful. I hope you have fun playing around with Obsidian, whether you end up using it or not

#obsidian md #obsidian.md #i hope this is helpful #feel free to ask me to clarify anything!

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Farewell date translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

“Why don't you let me give it a try?”

Before I could react, Lucien wrapped his arms around me and bowed his head next to my ear.

“Now, try to imagine us watching a movie at home. I remember MC would always feel so relaxed whenever she leaned on me.”

“I think this kind of pose may be more suitable for us than the so-called popular templates.”

His breath was so close, and I couldn't hide my secret little thoughts.

Translation under the cut!

The warm sunlight poured into the study through the gauze curtain, adding a bit of softness to the winter afternoon.

I walked into the study with a cup of hot tea and saw Lucien writing something, with a stack of photos sitting next to his hand, showing people in research uniforms.

MC: Lucien, what are you doing?

Lucien: I'm writing New Year's greetings.

Lucien: Many of the research projects this year have been very fruitful. The Human Resources Department has proposed a photo exhibition to summarize and review the year to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

MC: So these photos are this year's memento for everyone at the research center?

Lucien: Mmm, these are snapshots of the researchers' daily work, contests, and events.

He took the cup of tea in my hand, took a sip, and flipped over the photograph on the table to reveal a sprawling line of New Year's greetings.

Lucien: The Human Resources Department asked me to write some words of encouragement to the fellows who have done well this year.

Lucien: Considering that everyone has really worked hard this year, I agreed to do it.

Lucien: It's just that I didn't expect that the workload would be much bigger than I thought.

Lucien shifts his shoulders, and his calm tone carries a hint of coquetry. I restrained myself from raising the corners of my mouth and readily massaged his shoulders.

MC: Thanks for the hard work, Professor Lucien!

MC: If I were a researcher and received a handwritten message from Professor Lucien, I would definitely faint from happiness.

Lucien wrapped his fingers around my fingertips and slightly rested on me.

Lucien: This classmate is being a bit hyperbolic.

MC: I'm not exaggerating at all. I truly envy them.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt a sudden stirring in my heart.

MC: Why don't we also have a family photography exhibition for the two of us to farewell the old and usher in the new year?

MC: We always take photos whenever we go out to have fun, and I also captured many of your stunning everyday photos…

MC: Those photos can totally support a photography exhibition!

When I took out my phone with great enthusiasm, I swept my eyes to the stack of photos on the table and stopped moving.

MC: ...Of course, we don't need to write a greeting. After all, your workload is already so big.

MC: And if you can't get out of your work, I can "set up" the exhibition myself.

Lucien pursed his lips and affectionately touched my forehead.

Lucien: How can I let MC experience such an exciting thing alone?

Lucien: Not to mention that the number of photos I have should not be less than yours when it comes to snapshots of everyday life.

He opened his phone's photo album, and my figure was immediately displayed in the thumbnails of several photos.

MC: Did you actually take so many pictures?

When I put my head on Lucien's shoulder, I looked through his photo albums one by one and soon found something.

I hesitantly opened my phone album and rapidly swiped the photos while comparing them with Lucien's photos.

MC: ...Why do I feel that the photos I take look so ordinary compared to yours?

It is clear that Lucien is handsome enough in every photo, but the composition and tone look amateurish.

All of the photos taken by Lucien are not only perfectly composed but also reveal a sense of atmosphere that is hard to ignore.

As if hearing that I was a bit lost, Lucien raised his hand and rubbed my head.

Lucien: I do think that the meaning of each photo taken by MC is very special.

MC: But this family photography exhibition is a big responsibility to celebrate the old and welcome the new! I still have to be well prepared!

Lucien looked at me who was gearing up and bent his eyes.

Lucien: I am ready to cooperate with MC if she needs it.

His deep eyes shone with a delicate light as if he was sending me some kind of invitation. I was stunned for a moment and gradually caught an idea-

MC: I got it! Let's go to the selfie studio to take pictures~

MC: The studio has professional equipment and space, so I should be able to take good photographs here!

MC: And most importantly - we haven't taken a serious couple portrait yet!

Lucien didn't seem surprised at my proposal. The corners of his lips rippled with a faint smile.

Lucien: I'm also looking forward to welcoming the New Year with MC in this special way.

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In the morning, I sat in front of the mirror and applied makeup to my face.

Then there was a sound of slow, unhurried footsteps coming from behind me.

Lucien: If I'm not mistaken, it's not even 8:00 in the morning. Why are you already up?

His voice was husky with haze, making my heart feel soft. I tilted my head and hooked his fingertips.

MC: Since we are taking photographs today, I wanted to get up early to put on my makeup. Did I wake you up?

Lucien shook his head.

Lucien: [chuckles then sighs] The bed was a little empty without you under the covers, so I woke up.

His eyes fell on the skin care products scattered all over the dresser. He bent the corners of his lips helplessly.

Lucien: MC seems to be very enthusiastic about today's photo shoot.

MC: Hehe, it's a couple's photoshoot, after all. So, of course we have to prepare well~

Lucien: Then, if I'm not mistaken, you should have already chosen the dress to wear for the photoshoot?

MC: Of course!

I rushed to the closet and pulled out a small ironed dress, and happily compared it to my figure.

MC: Well?

Lucien: It looks beautiful. I can't wait to see how you look in it.

Lucien: In that case, I should go and take a bath early too. I can't let my other half work alone

(t/n: aww the ’ 我的另一半  (my other-half) :”)

After that, he took the towel and went into the bathroom, and it was only when I was finishing my makeup that I realized Lucien didn't seem to budge for a long time.

MC: ...Lucien?

Lucien didn't answer, and at that very moment, came a rustling sound from the closet room.

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I followed the sound to go over and found the closet room door open. Lucien was holding his chin, standing in the middle of a pile of clothes.

He wrinkled his brow and looked as serious as if he was facing a difficult subject. When he saw me poke my head in, he was slightly relieved, as if he had got his way.

Lucien: Can I trouble this lady to help me find a suit that matches your dress?

Lucien: I'd love not to take up your makeup time, but I didn't realize it would be so difficult to match a couple's outfit.

Lucien's tone reveals an obvious hint of grievance, as if he had prepared this remark long ago.

MC: Pfft-

His slightly intentional pitiful look amused me, and I hurriedly took out a suit from the closet.

MC: I've already prepared it for you~

Lucien looked at the suit in my hands. The corners of his lips overflowed with a touch of satisfaction

Lucien: As expected from the producer MC, the color, the material, and the style all fit perfectly with yours.

Lucien: This way, everyone will clearly know that we are lovers when we walk down the road.

MC: Huh?

Seeing that I was a little confused, the corners of his lips curved up in a meaningful arc.

Lucien: Looks like a little lady had forgotten the little incident that happened when she "kidnapped" me to the beach?

Lucien: I wanted to take this opportunity to make up for her little discomfort at the time.

In hindsight, I recalled that a stranger girl and Lucien were mistakenly perceived as a couple by passersby because they were dressed similarly, so I was jealous as a result.

In response to the sly smile that appeared in his long, narrow eyes, I blushed and immediately shoved the clothes into his arms.

MC: Y-you. Just go and change your clothes!

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Upon our arrival at the selfie studio, the owner took us into a closed and private studio.

Owner: This mobile button is connected to the shutter cable. Press it to take pictures.

Owner: The whole process is done by yourself. No one will bother you. If you need help, you can find me in the photo developing room.

After the owner left, I tried to take a few empty shots, adjusting the seat and camera again to determine the best position.

Lucien: What can I do to help this busy Great Producer?

MC: This gentleman just needs to sit here, all you have to do is to be here, and you can be my standard for everything~

The big screen in front of me showed Lucien's smiling eyes in real-time. I winked at him and quickly sat back down next to him.

MC: Then let's start now! Lucien, you put your hand over here… Yes, put it next to my face.

MC: Tilt your head a little more towards me and lean on me.

Lucien: Is that so...

Lucien: (softly) Are you sure we should use this posture?

A soft laugh fell on my ear, tickling me.

Glancing at the real-time screen from the corner of my eye, Lucien's right hand stretched out straight, rigidly holding my face…

And my head was pressed to his head in an extremely awkward posture.

MC: …

MC: Uh, this pose is not suitable for us... Let's change the position!

I quickly flipped through the homework I had done on the Internet last night, searching for couple poses that were relatively easy to learn.

Suddenly, my fingertips were gently hooked by the person beside me.

Lucien: Why don't you let me give it a try?

Before I could react, Lucien wrapped his arms around me and bowed his head next to my ear.

Lucien: Now, try to imagine us watching a movie at home. I remember MC would always feel so relaxed whenever she leaned on me.

Lucien: I think this kind of pose may be more suitable for us than the so-called popular templates.

His breath was so close, and I couldn't hide my secret little thoughts.

I sheepishly stuck out my tongue and leaned my head gently on his shoulder, then let him hold my hand.

*Click*

The moment was frozen in time.

Following Lucien's way of thinking, I quickly mastered the "essentials" and soon finished taking all the photos smoothly.

While waiting in the photo-developing room, the lively sound of gongs and drums was suddenly heard outside the photo studio, and I looked out curiously.

MC: Is there some kind of event?

Owner: Today, there is a float parade in this street to promote the traditional culture of the New year. It just takes twenty minutes for the photo to be developed. You can go around and come back.

As if aware of my strong interest, Lucien opened the palm of his hand to me like an invitation. I willingly took his hand and walked out.

As soon as the door was opened, the festive atmosphere of the New year came, and dozens of floats were parked in the middle of the street-

All kinds of festive decorations on the float decorated the whole street, reflecting the lanterns on both sides, full of New year's flavor.

Next to the float in front of us, a rabbit doll was exaggeratedly waving a brush.

The poster beside it reads, "If you write the Spring Festival couplet for the year of the Rabbit, you will get a Year of the Rabbit woolen hat."

MC: Year of the Rabbit woolen hat?

I looked around curiously and saw a delicate woolen hat behind the doll.

MC: Wow – so cute!

I paused as if I thought of something and turned my eyes.

MC: But you have to write Spring Festival couplets to get it… it sounds so difficult-

With an extended ending, I turned my head and looked eagerly at Lucien.

Lucien amusingly squeezed the palm of my hand. The corner of his mouth cracked open with an understanding smile and pulled me forward.

MC: Has Professor Lucien figured out what to write so quickly? It is required to include rabbit elements.

Lucien's expression remains unchanged as he takes the brush from the rabbit doll.

Lucien: This is not a difficult requirement for me. After all, I have a little bunny that inspires me.

With a broad stroke of his brush, a pair of couplets gradually appeared on the paper with vigorous and bold ink stains.

MC: "Bid farewell to the old year as you follow your dream, And welcome the lucky rabbit into your arms"?

My heart was touched, and when Lucien put down his pen, I gave him a big hug.

MC: Then I will take it upon myself to be your lucky rabbit~

(T/N: 自作主张 is an idiom that means to act on one's own initiative)

Lucien narrowed his eyes, and the flowing light reflected the softness at the bottom of his eyes.

Lucien: With this little lucky rabbit's initiative, it seems that my new year will be a happy one too.

The doll beside the float gave a thumbs up to Lucien and handed us a rabbit woolen hat.

I happily put the bunny hat and Lucien's Spring Festival couplets on the table, trying to record it with the camera when there seemed to be an almost inaudible "click" sound.

I was about to follow the sound, but I saw the owner come out of the store, waving at us.

Owner: Your photos are ready, guests!

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The night is getting darker, and our exhibition preparations at home are also coming to an end.

Looking left and right, I held up exquisite couple portraits with satisfaction and playfully approached Lucien's ear.

MC: Lucien, it's not good.

MC: Looks like your adversary, the photographer MC, is going to win the award for the winning artist in this year's photo exhibition with this work!

MC: Your position is under threat~

Lucien dotingly stroked my hair and sighed intentionally.

Lucien: [sigh] It's a bit of a shame that I lost out on such a prestigious award. But-

Lucien: I'm delighted to be able to compete with such a great artist as MC.

I couldn't help laughing at his exaggerated remarks and winked at him.

MC: Then I hereby declare - that Lucien and MC's new year family photography exhibition is officially open!

I put my fist like a microphone to my mouth in a serious manner.

MC: This year's photo exhibition focuses on the memories of Lucien and MC in the past year, cherishing the unique love that only belongs to them.

MC: At the opening of the New Year, they will bring the happiness of the past year to greet the embrace of the New Year.

MC: Now, let's give a round of applause to the Great Photographer Lucien for his work!

Lucien clapped his hands in cooperation, then turned to the coffee table and picked up a kraft paper bag.

Lucien: Before the presentation, I would like to request to add an additional photo to the exhibition.

Lucien: This photo was taken at 15:32 this afternoon, and I asked the store owner to develop it when you were binding the photos.

He took a picture out of the paper bag, and I looked over curiously. My eyes widened in amazement.

-It was the scene of me fiddling with the bunny hat and Spring Festival couplets on the float parade, the flowing light of the lanterns reflected in my eyes, making my smile even more vivid and bright.

MC: So that was when I heard the sound of the shutter!

Lucien: In the face of such a lovely MC, it was hard for me not to take out my camera and record it.

I couldn't help raising the corners of my lips as I listened to his words, but the corner of my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the couple potraits taken by the selfie studio next to me.

Whether it is the color, composition, style of clothing, and even our pose, there is no room for flaws.

But compared with the one Lucien just took out… It is too exquisite to be natural.

MC: Sure enough, the casual capture by the Great Photographer Lucien would look better than my carefully designed one.

MC: I always feel that your photos are more unique, but I can't tell what is so special about them.

MC: Lucien, you don't have some secret shooting techniques, do you?

Lucien narrowed his eyes and deliberately turned his head to think.

Lucien: Well, I got found out. [chuckle] In that case, shall I share the secret with this clever little girl?

Lucien's cryptic tone made me curious, and I looked intently at him.

Lucien walked to a photo - In which I was holding the phone, happily looking at the screen.

Lucien: This photo was taken not long ago, and the producer enjoyed an interview about me, which came from the pre-recording of the dating reality show we participated in together.

Lucien: Judging from the expression on the photo, she seemed satisfied with my answer.

MC: Of course I'm satisfied-

I replied without thinking, and when I saw the smile in Lucien's eyes deepen, I suddenly remembered the scene when he wiped my fingers, and my face suddenly flushed.

MC: You said you would share your secrets! How did it become Professor Lucien's confession about his "secret shooting" behavior?

In the face of my extremely stiff change of topic, Lucien smiled shallowly and did not expose me.

Lucien: It seems that this student is in a bit of a hurry. But I think that maybe after looking at these photos, she will find the answer.

As he said that, he walked to the next photo, in which I was in front of the fountain with my eyes closed and my hands outstretched, and in the foreground was a butterfly fossil held up by Lucien.

Lucien: This was taken at the moment before I was going to give the fossilized butterfly wood to MC.

MC: So you also took pictures secretly on that day?

MC: Haha, my face looks so skeptical. I didn't know I would receive such a big surprise then!

MC: When I think back to that day, I still feel so happy.

Lucien: I am happy to get such feedback from you.

Lucien: So let's look at the next one, shall we?

With Lucien's gentle explanations, my thoughts also drifted slowly to each moment filled with our happy memories.

MC: It turns out that we had a very happy year…

I murmured as if realizing something and looked again at the photos - every single moment of happiness framed without any elaborate forethought.

It all looks so natural.

Perhaps the happiness that flows naturally is the one that can transcend time, penetrate through the photo paper, arrive at this moment, and finally hit the heart gently.

My heart suddenly stirred, so this was Lucien's secret.

MC: Lucien, I think I have the answer.

I looked up boldly and crashed into those smiling eyes.

Lucien: So, this clever student, can you tell me what you have learned?

I winked mysteriously at him, turned on my cell phone camera, and held it aloft toward us.

Taking advantage of Lucien's slight confusion, I reached out and gently pulled down his collar, quietly narrowing our distance.

The heat of his breath scorched my face, making my heart skip a beat.

I closed my eyes, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him on the cheek-

Outside the window, a cluster of glorious New Year's Eve fireworks soared into the night sky the moment I pressed the shutter, brilliantly lighting up the entire sky.

-A cluster of fireworks called happiness also blooms in my heart.

*Click*

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