#something something never tell me the odds or whatnot

[essektheylyss]

I'm currently reading The Ministry for the Future, and it's really pinpointing some of my issues with contemporary fiction and why I struggle to solve them. It's essentially a near-future speculative fiction concept about climate change, which I think is difficult for me whether optimistic or fatalistic. I am suspicious of escapism where some miraculous solution is found, because I do not enjoy being placated and I find that I have no patience for those who want to be (in this genre of fiction anyway—I personally don't like escapism in general but I acknowledge its necessity otherwise), but I also get frustrated with defeatism because it tends to fall dangerously close to, if not outright within the bounds of, ecofascism, and if a middle ground between the two within a semi-realistic story exists, I haven't found it yet.

Granted, I am only about 20% of the way into this book, so it remains to be seen if Robinson has found that, but... it is making me think I should stick primarily to second-world speculative fiction.

#granted this is also why the southern reach trilogy fucks. #no one in that trilogy has the answers and jeff vandermeer is not going to hand them to me for some false satisfaction. #that reminds me I gotta pick up the ambergris trilogy as well. #actually hummingbird and salamander is probably closest to this genre maybe i should see if my boy jeff has done it lol #I'm SORRY I'm so fucking picky and i don't like being coddled #nor do i like hopeless crying. it's useless to me and I have avoided careers where i have to listen to it. #something something never tell me the odds or whatnot #megs is reading

[mochatsin]

MC as a Dating Sim Character

An AU in which the seven brothers knew you as a dating sim character from a game they love to play so much. Has nearly the same functions as the Obey Me app. 

It started off as a trend in Devildom, a new app that a lot of citizens and RAD students play with recently. Great reviews when it came to the storyline and the characters. The brothers gave it a shot and surprisingly became attached to it. The reason? You.

Levi is the first to fall down that rabbit hole because he’s been waiting for this game’s release for a while now. He saw the roster of dating sim candidates and he fell for you first. Something about your design was alluring to him and when he finally had the app downloaded, he spent the first night playing the storyline to understand you. Learning your lore is what made him fall even harder to the point he has a shelf dedicated to your merch. He grinded so hard to upgrade all your cards (he definitely got those UR and UR+ ones)

Asmo started playing when he saw the trends about it and he wanted to jump on that bandwagon. Play the game and talk about the characters, which ones he like and whatnot right? It was easy, but when it came to your character he found himself playing on the game longer than he wants to admit. His fans can immediately tell whose Asmo’s favorite character is with how much he talked about you in his videos. He makes sure to get all the pretty skins that get released because in his opinion, there’s not a single outfit that doesn’t look good on you. 

Mammon plays the game as well when he attempted to sneak into Levi's room to sell something and ended up finding his brother’s merch of you. Mammon doesn’t want to admit how many hours he’s spent on the game trying to max out the affection level with you. Definitely spent so much money to get the UR cards since he can’t grind as much as Levi does, and he’ll buy those limited gifts to hear those special voice lines from you.

Satan gets curious and downloads it because he’s wondering how good was this game to even make Mammon lessen his casino gambling habits. The storyline is great, but the writing for your character was what made Satan stay in the game. He doesn’t hesitate in approaching Levi to ask about the game mechanics and tips, and Satan has it covered from there. He focuses on the story to get as much lore he could out of you. He wants to learn about every single fact about his favorite character. 

The twins played at the same time, and it’s funny how they both ended up liking the same character. They found out when they were playing the game together and saw you were their home screen character. Beel loves listening to your voice lines while he works out to motivate himself, while Belphie always has your voice lines wishing him goodnight that he uses to fall asleep with. 

Lucifer will never tell anyone that he plays the game. Not as much as his brothers though, this is something he wants to do in his free time or when he’s alone in his private study, he’s more casual about this than others. Your character is honestly pleasant company, it’s nice to hear you cheer him on while he works. Though he’s sure that if his brothers knew he found comfort in a dating sim character, they would mock him for sure (even if they’re all the same).

Though something weird happens one day when all users log in the app. Levi is practically screaming when he runs out of the room with distraught in his face. You’re his home screen character, but for some odd reason you’re not where you’re supposed to be. He thought maybe it’s the game being laggy, but you don’t reappear no matter how many times he refreshes the app. 

The brothers are just in shock, phones on the table during breakfast to check what was going on exactly. Your cards are all glitched out and corrupted, though everyone else’s was fine. People are wondering if this was all part of the game, if there’s some sort of event or what but there’s nothing. It’s like the game actively tried to erase you.

The devs eventually released a statement that due to some complications and unforeseen circumstances, the game will be deleted. Of course a lot of people are outraged, why would the devs suddenly discontinue the game in the middle of its peak? It was gaining a lot of attention and some people have already spent so much money for it. Everything was just unfair when there’s no answers.

Despite any attempts to keep the game, it was somehow deleted from everyone’s phone. Levi only has some of his screenshots and recordings to keep, whining from time to time as he looks longingly on his merch line. Some brothers sulk more than others, though they’re all upset regardless. Why you? Why did it have to be you specifically? You suddenly disappeared from the game, and they never knew why. With the game gone, there doesn’t seem to be a way for them to get their answers. 

Satan wanted to use his connections to figure out the truth, try to find the devs to get the answers everyone is looking for. The truth seemed much more disappointing for Satan though, learning that the devs actually didn’t know either where your character went. They thought it was a virus at first, but all your data was just missing. No matter how hard they tried to fix it, there was nothing they could do. They can’t handle running a faulty game, so they chose to discontinue and start fresh. 

Some fans would probably be thrilled to hear a new game already in the works, but it doesn’t feel the same. You’re the character that these brothers were invested in. There’s just something about you and your charms that had them drawn in the game, so the brothers weren’t exactly excited hearing about the new set of characters. Clearly it upsets the demons.

That’s until Lucifer called the brothers to Diavolo’s castle, as there’s some sort of emergency that requires their attention. Lucifer drags each and every one of their brothers out of their rooms, they can pout and whine about you later. 

Diavolo called in all of them, talking about that dating game that took Devildom by storm once. No matter how hard they tried to hide it, the young prince knew that each and everyone of them were playing it. They’re all embarrassed at being caught, but surely they’re not here just to be exposed by Diavolo right? He says that an unexpected guest has been found in Devildom recently, bringing the boys to a room in a castle.

There you are, standing in the room in front of the seven demons that are staring at you with awe. You’re here… in Devildom? At first they thought you were just some cosplayer, but the way you introduced yourself and your name was the same as the one in the game. There’s no way you’re real, but all the evidence is standing right in front of them. 

Diavolo says that he’s entrusting you in the care of the seven demon brothers. Barbatos somehow knew that you were all of their favorites, so they probably know what you like and how to take care of you. Maybe it would be a good idea. 

To be continued… i think?

#MC Reverse AU #i would be mad as hell too if my favorite character was gone #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

[soadiablo]

How would the spidermen react to the (male) reader being all of their boyfriend in each world?

For some he’s a villain, for some he’s a fellow hero, for some he’s a civilian.

Which spider person has which reader and what happens when they find out that they all have a reader?

atsv men w/ the same boyfriend from another universe

characters: miguel o'hara, peter b. parker, and hobie brown.

cw: none

notes: okay so i accidentally wrote a whole fic so what

i'm ASSUMING that you mean across the spider-verse spidermen so that's what i'm doing, if you were thinking something else please let me know.

not proof read

So let's put this into a scenario, you're your own Spider-Man in your own universe. But you have your own love interest. And say one day you're kicking bad guy butt right? Even though it's odd cause the bad guy doesn't look like they're from your universe. Then all of a sudden, this portal opens and another Spider-Man comes through it and also starts beating your bad guy.

Yeah so long story short, it was Miguel and you two do a little banter thing, and you convince him to let you join his Spider Society. Which leads you to the point where you meet Peter and Hobie. And oh boy are they getting some memories.

MIGUEL would probably already have been aware of the fact that you existed in multiple universes. Miguel would probably have a boyfriend who is also a fellow hero, but maybe not exactly Spider-Man. Maybe just someone who helped him on missions and whatnot. So I don't think his reaction would be too strong. He's aware that you look a little like his own version of you, and act like him. But he knows you aren't his version. Although I do believe that would lead to some pretty fun bantering and questions.

Who knows, maybe he might introduce you to... well you one day. Maybe some fun hero shenanigans might ensue.

PETER would probably be a bit stunned. I mean come on, you saw how he was with MJ in the first movie. Maybe you are a spitting image of yourself. Peter would most likely have a civilian boyfriend. Someone who takes care of him after a fight, watching Mayday (i love Mayday fyi), and just being there for when he comes home. That being said, see you as Spider-Man makes him feel... ways he's never felt before. In a good way. He thinks it's cool that he has a boyfriend who is also Spider-Man! He would most likely ask a bunch of questions. Like if you had any cool powers, how does your own suit work, were you also bitten by a radioactive spider?

Peter would also probably try to test your strength, and also get you to meet his own version of you. He just thinks it's cool.

HOBIE would just be amused at the fact that another you exists. Most likely it was a gut feeling, but seeing you with his own two eyes just confirms it. Or maybe he just didn't believe in you, he doesn't believe in consistency. I feel like if you do manage to strike a conversation with him he would probably tell you all about his version of you. One of the first things he'll say is about how you're a villain in his universe. Yep, personally I believe that Hobie would have a boyfriend who's a villain in his universe. What villain you represent is completely up to you. Although it is interesting to know another version of his boyfriend is a hero instead of the opposite.

Would he introduce you to his version of you? Probably not.

© all rights are reserved to soadiablo. do not repost, steal, or copy my work.

#⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ matthew writes #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #peter b parker x male reader #peter b parker x reader #spiderman x male reader #atsv x male reader #atsv x reader

[ncis-nerd]

But Daddy I Love Him

ship: older!natasha romanoff x younger!reader. wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff.

warnings: angst, no happy ending, mentions of cheating, older nat, jerk nat, younger reader, wanda is kinda a dick, age gap, arguing, being ignored.

a/n: happy ttpd day!!

"I'm done with being your second choice Natasha. Just because I am younger than you, it doesn't mean you can just go off with other women because you're scared to admit that they are what you are looking for. Someone older, more mature, someone you can relate to" Y/N exclaimed, her small frame against the older women's.

Her green eyes met y/n's gaze which only confirmed what y/n feared. "That's it? You aren't going to say anything?" Y/N spokes as she grabbed a suitcase from the closet.

"I'm so sick of Wanda! Don't think I didn't see all the ways she touched you. Her hands always on you whenever the two of you were together. I'll tell you this Natasha. I'd rather burn my whole life down, Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'" Y/N threw her arms up in protest and huffed.

"Where are you gonna go." Natasha spoke dismmisingly. She doesn't think you'll actually do it. You have no where to go, no one to go to. Her eyes watering at the slight chance that you may be serious.

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Natasha had an award dinner and she asked you last minute to come. It was odd she didn't ask you earlier in advance because they usually know about these things at least 6 months in advance with scheduling and whatnot. But you didn't think much of it. Because you didn't want to accept the alternative.

You came as her date but it sure didn't feel like it. You were the youngest there, all the avengers were at least 10 years ahead of you. It didn't help that your girlfriend left you to fend for yourself, your eyes stuck on her and Wanda. Natasha threw her head back, laughing. Wanda's hand on her shoulder. Their prolonging eye contact. The way they looked at each other. It gave you a bad feeling in your gut but you pushed it away.

No, I'm not coming to my senses. I know it's crazy. But he's the one I want.

You refused to accept it. She said she'd never let it come between you guys. That your age difference would never break you up. She lied. You rose up from the table but no one even noticed, everyone engrossed in their conversation. A stray tear fell from your glassy eyes.

You made your way to the bathroom. Attempting to keep your composure, they already think you're immature, you don't want them to see you as a baby on top on that.

You looked at yourself in the large glass window. You looked at your reflection. Your dress glistened in the light. The door swings open. It's Wanda. Of course she was the one who noticed you missing. Ironic isn't it.

"Y/N" she spoke, her voice filled with fake concern but a hint of guilt. You refused to meet her eyes, not willing to give her that sense of comfort. "Y/N, I'm not going to lie to you just because you're younger than us. I like Natasha. And honestly it feels like she is into me too. There's nothing I can say to make you feel better but I assure you I would never make a move on her while the two of you are together. I promise." Her eyes met yours in the mirror.

"I have money, I know you don't have anywhere to go but if you and Natasha should split, please call me. I don't want to on your own, fending for yourself. I can help you get an apartment or something." Wanda offered.

I just learned these people try and save you'. Cause they hate you

Of course, of course she wants to "take care of you". Because you're the little fragile thing who can't handle heartbreak. She just wants to make a move on Natasha, this is a ton of bullshit. You press your nails into your hand. You smile politely and say a simple thank you. Not wanting to cause a scene and give Natasha more of a reason to leave you.

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Thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me. And counteract the chemistry. And undo the destiny.

Her hand reaches for my shoulder, to stop me from leaving. "That won't work anymore, Natasha. I'm calling Wanda. She offered to help me get an apartment." You spewed out, reaching for the door. It hurt. You no longer called her Natty, the sweet nickname you had gave her when your relationship was in an earlier stage. A simpler stage where you didn't have to question if she wanted to be with you.

You slammed the door behind you, goodbye Natasha.

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[antxlss]

you are in love

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!jedi!reader

summary: after getting back from a mission that has you injured, you find your best friend, anakin, waiting up for you. you notice he is acting odd and you are determined to figure out why.

warnings: none

a/n: first anakin imagine. please leave requests for anakin, he is my new hyper fixation. as always, i love you so much, please enjoy!

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And last time that happened you didn't get any help, and he was pissed because of it, so now he has decided to wait for you after every mission.

The moment he saw you walking, or.. limping down the hall of the temple, he crossed his arms and leaned further against the wall.

"What happened? You're limping."

"Ani? What are you doing outside of my dorm so late?" You asked ignoring his question.

His face was scrunched in a concerned expression.

"Are you okay, did you get hurt?" He asked back in a worried tone. "I was out here because when.. you know, when you take a while to get back I'm worried."

"I told you, you don't have to worry about me." Y/N responded. "Really, I'm fine. I just rolled my ankle."

You knew it was much worse than just rolling your ankle, but you would never let Anakin know that.

"I'm going to check up on that."

His expression was still concerned and he pushed off of the wall and looked you up and down.

"Let me come to your room, let me see it."

"I promise I'm fine. You need your sleep as much as I do, I know training younglings is a lot harder than it seems." You slightly laugh as you try and cover your wince.

His brow furrowed.

"I'm not taking no for an answer." He said, crossing his arms again.

"Come on."

"Fine. Okay." You replied.

He sighed and shook his head.

Once you arrived in your room he gently guided your over to the bed, and began to inspect your ankle.

"I knew it, you really hurt yourself." He said under his breath, almost to himself.

"Are you sure? It feels fine." You lie one last time.

You hate being the center of attention, you planned to just sneak to the med-bay in the morning.

"You're limping." He replied back. "Your ankle is swollen."

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands at his sides, and began taking out some small packets of medicines and whatnot.

"Hold out your ankle." He spoke.

You sigh and shift your leg so Anakin can access your ankle better.

Anakin hums as he takes out some kind of antiseptic, and begins to apply it to the wound.

His face is stern but.. there's something else.. there too... what.. what is that emotion?

"Something on your mind Ani?" You ask out of curiosity.

He paused in silence for a moment and raised his gaze to you without moving his head.

Finally he whispered.

"It's nothing."

His voice was strained, quiet, almost a growl almost.

"Okay." You replied. You were completely unconvinced.

He quickly changed the subject.

"How severe is your pain?" He spoke as he began moving bandages onto your ankle.

"On a scale of 1 to 10."

"I don't know like a 4." You huff.

"Here." He said as he placed the finishing touches on his work.

"Take these" handing you some green pills. "They're pain killers. They'll help." He said as he began wrapping the final band-age around your ankle.

"Thanks." You smile politely at your best friend.

He nodded, though it was a stiff nod.

"I'm.. I'm going to stay here for a bit. If your pain worsens, if it becomes unbearable, tell me, okay?"

"Anakin I promise I'm fine! You need your rest, there is no need to babysit me." You hoped you didn't come off as rude but you hated to be a burden.

"I insist." He spoke sternly.

His gaze was still locked on you when he said that, he was worried, it was quite clear.

He sighed heavily.

"What wrong, really?" You could tell something going on deeper. He wasn't usually this protective.

There's a moment of silence, and his gaze shifts to the floor in front of him, you can practically hear him debating something in his head.

"..Can I ask you a question?" He asked in a whisper, his gaze staying downward.

"You're my best friend, you can ask me anything." You waited for Anakin to continue.

"Would you promise to tell me the truth?" He asked softly, still looking at the floor. It was almost painful to see him like this. His face was almost pale in the dimly lit room.

"Always."

"..Do you love me?" He asked, raising his gaze to you.

Now that was a surprise question. You could see the hesitation in his eyes, he looked almost anxious, like he might break-down right there if you told him the wrong answer.

"Of course I love you Anakin, as I said, you are my best friend." You replied with a safe answer not knowing if he meant romantically.

You always thought Anakin had seen you as his younger sister who needed protection.

His body relaxed a bit.

"..That's what I meant." He spoke, but it sounded almost.. like he was lying?

He quickly snapped out of it though, and spoke again.

"Good, good." He said almost dismissively.

"..Just take the pills if your in too much pain, okay?" He looked genuinely relieved after saying that.

"Yeah, okay, thanks." Your body sunk with disappointment. You really hoped he had meant that question in another way. Unfortunately, you would always be a burden to Anakin.

You could see a smile grow on his face at that.

He sat down beside you on the bed, and after a moment he leaned against you, and put his arm around you.

He was warm, comforting, but also oddly tense.

He seemed to be.. waiting for something... or maybe.. looking for a sign?

"Anakin, why are you acting so weird?" You were tired of ignoring it and you just wanted to know.

Anakin turned his head to look at you.

But even then he didn't say anything and for a moment he just looked.. blank. Lost in your eyes.

"Just take your meds, okay? I have to get some rest."

That didn't answer the question.

Your brows furrowed. "What?" You mumbled, barely loud enough to hear.

Anakin turned back toward the floor.

He stayed silent for a moment, the only sound being the wind outside, and then.. he spoke, quietly, quietly enough that you almost don't hear him at all.

"..I love you." He said in a whisper.

Your heartbeat immediately picked up. Your mouth was dry. Your breathing was heavy.

Anakin seemed to know what effect he'd had on you.

He leaned a bit closer to you now, though his eyes were still on the floor.

"..Do you...." he whispered, taking his time to get his words right.

He seemed nervous now.

"Do you love me back?"

"I... " You breathed out. "I do. I love you. I'm in love with you."

Anakin seemed to not believe you.

"Really?" He whispered, he raised his gaze at you now, his eyes locked on yours.

You gently brought you hand up to cup the side of his face. You forced him to look you in the eyes. "You're my best friend and I am in love with you."

You gently brought you hand up to cup the side of his face. You forced him to look you in the eyes. "You're my best friend and I am in love with you."

Anakin smiled for a moment.

"You are." He said almost quietly to himself.

"You really are."

A tear fell from his eye and he looked away, embarrassed, he put his face in his hands.

"Oh my." He said in a murmur.

But still he couldn't wipe the smile off his face, and his eyes were gleaming in the moonlight.

"I always thought you saw me a younger sister figure." You stated.

"..I-I did at first." Anakin admitted quietly

"I.. I just realized how much I... liked you." Anakin was having a hard time speaking.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." You released a breath you had been holding.

Anakin nodded, but there was still a small smile on his face.

He turned to you fully now, and you could see the joy shining in his sky blue eyes.

"Do you think... maybe we could... be together?" He asked, with a small chuckle.

"I would love that." You smiled.

He smiled even more, and he looked like he could burst from joy at any moment.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it."

You could feel him trembling, the feeling that he was about to explode from happiness.

"Oh my god." He whispered in a voice full of emotion.

"Oh my god, you love me back."

You stared at him with adoration of his joyous state. You were entranced by him. Before you even knew what you were doing, you grabbed his face and smashed his lips on your own.

Anakin didn't hesitate when you kissed him, he wrapped his arms around you tighter, and pulled you even closer.

His mind seemed to be racing as your lips connected and your tongues entangle, he seemed ecstatic, but also nervous..?

"My god..." He whispered as his lips broke away from yours.

For a few seconds neither of you said anything, you were both breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes. The only sound being the quiet wind from outside.

"I love you. So much." You whispered.

"I love you more than anything in the world." He said back after a moment of contemplation.

"I think...." He took a moment to choose his words carefully.

"..I think I love you more than I even love Obi-Wan." He let out a nervous chuckle.

"And that means a lot." You know just how important that Obi-Wan is to him, if he's saying that he loves you more than him... that has to mean a heck of a lot.

#anakin skywalker imagine #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin imagine #anakin x reader #anakin one shot #anakin star wars #anakin needs a hug #ani skywalker

[zgvlt]

for your consideration azul ashengrotto x reader

summary: in which you make a joke that prompts Azul to confess his feelings for you

author's note: see end notes for more. anyway, I wrote this because of a joke my law professor made, and I genuinely could not get it out of my head, so i wrote this as a response

tags: gender neutral reader, second person pov, sfw, attempt at humor + fluff, 1.6k+ words, mentions of marriage (but nothing extensive and nothing decided), not beta read

[you can also read this on AO3]

You’ve always had the most bizarre ideas. 

Azul supposed the creativity you possessed made up for whatever prowess you lacked in magic; he’s certainly seen first hand all the ways you could get past dangerous situations with barely a scratch. He should have been used to this, used to you and your peculiarity, but then you take a seat in front of him, offering the most confounding deal.

“I was reading some of the books you have lying around here,” you began, with a mischievous smile that bordered on gorgeous, “since you were taking so long out there.”

Books? Any fiction he found himself reading was stored neatly into a storage box in his room, that or he simply borrowed them from the library—he was going to make use of the school’s resources to the fullest, after all. The only books you would have access to were books on business, on finance and law. Did you really spend your free time reading those?

That wasn’t to say you wouldn’t be capable of absorbing it, but he knew that the thickness of those pages (plus the small and terrible size of the letters) were no laughing matter. If you were curious about something, if you wanted to find any loopholes in the contracts of your odd part-time jobs, you could have just asked him. 

He wouldn’t even charge you for his services, really!

“Did you now?” Azul asked, trying to see if anything was out of place in the room. “What did you end up reading about?”

“Something very interesting, Azul,” you said with a laugh, “you hadn’t marked anything on the book yet, so maybe I actually know something you don’t for once!”

“Should I be glad you think so highly of me?” It was merely a rhetorical question—he was already smiling after all. “Well, why don’t you educate me, my boon companion? Is it some land-dwelling custom that doesn’t quite make any sense? Something either of us could possibly make use of?”

“Perhaps, you tell me if you have anything like this in the Coral Sea!”

“Go on then, I’ll be listening.”

“Do you remember how I sort of—okay, more than sort of—have a bunch of debts to you?”

Honestly, not exactly. At some point he simply stopped keeping count—rather, he stopped counting half of things he did for you as debts or exchanges and more just… ways to show his sentiments for you. 

“Of course I do,” Azul affirmed instead, not quite sure if he should be admitting right now that he saw things differently, that he was merely jesting about having you be indebted to him and whatnot. “Aren’t you fortunate I’m not imposing a deadline?”

“You can just say you don’t want to kick me out of the VIP Room anytime soon—it’s alright, I already know. You’ve had house slippers my size waiting by the door since last month.”

“I don’t need you dirtying my carpet again,” he said, having been prepared with an explanation weeks ago in case you ever asked. It always paid to be prepared in situations like this—how terrible would it be if you had caught him off-guard? “You should really make a habit of cleaning the mud off your shoes after PE.”

“It can’t be helped… but never mind that! So I owe you things. That makes me your debtor, and you’re my creditor, right?”

Azul nodded, suddenly more intrigued than he already was.

“I get where you’re coming from now. If it’s a law book, it’s definitely possible you know something I don’t,” he said, “there’s definitely some differences between law of the land and law of the sea.”

“That’s what I was thinking!” you exclaimed, seemingly excited to share something with him, something you thought he might be interested in. A part of him wondered if him thinking it was cute was purely objective or if his affections for you had finally inflicted his eyesight as well.

Not that he was going to get a third person to spectate and give him a second opinion. That was just unnecessary, even if he wouldn’t consider himself as your obligee, from your perspective he was your obligor, and as much as possible matters should be kept between the both of you.

“So, right, I have a bunch of debts. I could get rid of it by simply paying you back, or doing something for you… which, by the way, you still haven’t given me any price.”

Because he wasn’t going to, because he never counted them as contracts or obligations! Don’t most people usually want to have their debts waived?

“We can discuss that another time,” he replied with a muffled cough, “the thing you learned?”

“Right, sorry! So, I learned that… as the debtor, if I wanted to extinguish all my debts without paying, I could just get married to you?” you said, pausing for a few moments to laugh at yourself, likely at seeing his expression. Still, it didn’t seem like you quite comprehend just how astounded he was. “I mean, there’s probably a bunch of conditions I’m missing, but… Woah, Azul, why do you look so serious?”

Serious? Did he look serious? 

Honestly, rather than that, he just felt… conflicted would be the most appropriate word for it, he supposed. He understood that it was a joke, and if anyone else had said it he might have pushed out the fakest laugh he could muster before brushing it off entirely, but because it was you it was difficult for him to decipher how he should feel. 

A part of him felt flustered that, if just for a moment, you considered having that kind of relationship with him. Simultaneously, he wondered if it was right of him to feel even the smallest ounce of frustration at how easily you were able to joke about it, when he himself couldn’t quite admit his growing affection for you outside of doing things for you here and there.

Of course he knew you had not meant it as a way to make fun of his feelings for you, he knew simply because you were you, just as he was unsure about the possibility of you having an inkling of how he saw you, but the tricky thing about emotions was that half the time, logic wasn’t enough to stop them from being felt.

Regardless, either emotion was uncomfortable, Azul would admit to himself. As much as he wished he could resolve it without having to voice out his feelings, he at least had enough confidence that you would not put him down for it.

Besides, if he ever decided to back out of it he could easily, probably, improvise a few excuses to get him out of boiling water.

“Marriage is a serious matter. You shouldn’t just marry someone for the sake of erasing your debts,” Azul said, with what he hoped was a light enough tone to not dampen your spirit too much. He didn’t want you to misunderstand. “Especially since you’re not as indebted to me as you seem to think.”

It might have taken you a second, but you seemed to have processed his words with the way your expression shifted into confusion.

“I’m not?”

“You’ve been self-imposing it,” Azul replied, “lending you my notes, helping you study for exams… I could have put you to work in Mostro Lounge, or asked to borrow the ground floor of Ramshackle Dorm. Believe it or not, I find value in you so it’s not as if you can’t pay me, I just choose to look at these things as… actions that aren’t contractual.

“That is to say, I don’t expect anything out of it, so don’t pay me back because you feel bad or anything.”

Because that, to him, would be a far worse rejection than simply rejecting him. He hadn’t done those things because he was expecting you to fall in love with him or anything of the sort—he simply liked you, friend or otherwise.

“Of course not,” you breathed out, with an understated understanding that reassured him. “Wait, Azul, if you’re saying what I think you’re going to say… you don’t have to say it now.”

“You’re always considerate of me, aren’t you?” Azul said softly, knowing that was one of the reasons he enjoyed your company so much—the way you always managed to let him know that you cared without belittling or pitying him. “But since I’m sure you know by now, let me tell you properly.”

Azul has always envisioned confessing to you, or at the very least asking you out on a date, in a very polite and formal manner, something he would spend weeks planning behind your back. 

Perhaps he should call himself an unfortunate soul for landing in this unexpected situation, but the more he thought about it the more grateful he was for it—beyond just finally having the opportunity to finally speak his mind (and more so his heart), he’s beholden to you for looking at him not just kindly, but expectantly. 

You look at him as if you want to hear him spill every drop of his feelings onto you, and that alone gives him enough confidence to carry on.

“Debts aside… it’s not that it’s not up for consideration, if you actually want to, but aren’t we a bit too young to be thinking about that?” Azul laughed, and when you followed suit he could physically feel his heart beating faster, despite the shallowing of his ocean deep nervousness. 

“When it comes to obligations to do or not to do, one can never be forced to do an act against their will… which is why I ask, how do you feel about going on a date first?”

end notes | masterlist my other azul fic

[1] Me exposing myself as a nerd pt2. First I write about economics, then law, who knows what's next? also DISCLAIMER this is an oversimplification for fic purposes don't come for me THANK YOU! :>

[2] To talk more about what inspired me, my professor had a lecture about the extinguishment of obligations. He didn't touch too much on the marriage aspect (the law i learn about is mostly business inclined) but he joked, "if you have a debt you want gone, just get married to your creditor (and don't get a prenup, even though everyone should get a prenup regardless of how in love you are)". Everyone was laughing, including me, but I could not get over it, and as I was studying I could not get it out of my head! So I just had to write it out… with Azul as my guinea pig, obviously. Hopefully I can stop thinking about it now that it's been written.

[3] The other thing that inspired me was Azul's White Day 2022 Letter! I liked how… friendlier he just seemed this time, the character development of it! So when envisioning Azul here I wrote it out as someone who does let you figure out that you are special enough to him and not just a connection. It's not like he's just giving you free meals all the time, he still runs a business, but he's a lot more considerate and willing to help you out because you're a friend, and not because he expects something in return.

[4] Honestly at first I thought this was going to be completely "crack" and "humor", and this still was written with the intention of not being too serious, but I also think the idea of marriage isn't a joking matter to Azul because of his parents. But if this isn't your first fic by me, I think a not-too-humorous but not-too-serious tone was expected.

[5] Anyway, I don't think he's considering it anytime soon, duh he's a student, but if that's something you want it's up for consideration down the line. They weren't even together until the end (if you say yes to that date) so they don't talk about it seriously and deeply, but I did want to give a glimpse on how I thought Azul would perceive it… while leaving it open how reader would see it. Yes, reader joked about it, but I just decided to leave it up to you if they actually want to get married in the future or not, you know?

[6] In Azul's confession! Azul's one of those people I can actually see confess in different ways. Flustered and cute? I can see it, and that was the initial route I was going to go with-something accidental and cute. It didn't seem right though, so I went the other way with something edging on serious but not planned. Anyway, he probably screams about it into his pillow in his room later.

#azul ashengrotto x you #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst #twisted wonderland #nathya twst writing

[wrencatte]

mini-fic 4 (ish)!!

pre-Survivor Bravo and Gabs learn about Cal's psychometry - and I give Cal a sniper rifle. Bravo POV. 1.3k

Cal smiles and says, “Blasters aren’t the Jedi way,” in that tone that he thinks makes him sound all-wise and mysterious, but Bravo’s heard that same tone when he tried to cover up his latest cooking disaster, so he doesn’t. buy it for a second. Gabs doesn’t even bother covering her laugh. Cal pointedly shifts to turn his back on her, focusing his attention on Bravo instead.

The pilot grins and taps the table between them, bringing the Jedi’s focus back to the dismantled DH-447 rifle on it. “C’mon, man. What happens if you lose your fancy lasersword?”

“I won’t lose it.”

“But if you did?”

“I have the Force.”

“Cal.”

“Bravo.” But Cal’s laughing, which makes him feel better about needling him like this. “I seriously doubt I’ll ever end up in a situation where I’ll have to snipe someone. And, if for some reason, I end up without my ‘saber, I’ll probably pick up a normal blaster or something. I don’t need to know how to use that.”

“You never know,” Braco insists. Cal sighs. “Listen. We’ve landed on a perfectly good planet to give it a shot. There’s no one around to see you if you’re that worried about embarrassing yourself.”

Cal glares at him. Bravo just smirks and shrugs unrepentantly, recognizing that look. “You are the worst,” the Jedi hisses, gesturing for the pilot to reassemble the rifle, a resigned expression on his face. Bravo does so gleefully, expertly slotting everything into place.

“You’re too easy, Kestis,” Gabs calls out from her spot in the shade of the Mantis’s nose where she’s scrolling through a holopad. “He didn’t even bring out the tooka-eyes.” BD-1 whistles his agreement. She reaches up a pats the droid’s head.

Cal huffs. “You’re supposed to be on my side,” he tells his droid. BD beeps a happy since when that makes him laugh and shake his head. Gabs cackles loudly.

Bravo finishes reassembling the rifle, does his final checks, and hands it over. Cal hesitates then takes it up, fingers fluttering over the weapon carefully.

“You’ve shot with this?”

“Dozens of times.”

“You hit your target?”

He throws up a vulgar gesture towards the Jedi first, then to the laughing Gabs. “Yes, you asshole. I hit my target every time. Why?”

Cal smirks. “Just checking.” There’s an odd look on his face, one Bravo’s seen before, but has never been able to place. His touch stutters on the cheek piece, brows furrowing. “Got something to paint a target with?”

Bravo nods and grabs the pointer before they head towards the edge of the canyon cliff. Gabs isn’t far behind, bringing her holopad to record it along with BD-1’s perspective. Below them is a meandering river, framed on either side with low, spindly plants and tall, wide trees with a sparse number of leaves, making them the perfect targets.

They watch the Jedi clear a spot of rocks and set up the tripod for the rifle, moving so quickly and efficiently that Bravo is immediately suspicious that he’s been duped. He scowls and crosses his arms, shooting a glance at Gabs, who looks confused and just shrugs.

“Cal,” she drags out, tapping the back of his boot. “Were you lying? You look like you know what you’re doing.”

“Wasn’t lying,” Cal answers distractedly as he lays on his stomach and peers through the scope. “I haven’t survived this long without knowing how to use a blaster, but I swear I’ve never shot a rifle before. Paint me a target, Bravo.”

Bravo lays next to him and paints a tree. “Eight-forty,” he murmurs from the read out. The projection is bright this close up, just a couple hundred meters shy of the lower range of this particular rifle model. The further the target, the fainter the paint, but it’s not really meant for long distances, unlike the rifle. The read out tells him wind resistance and whatnot, but he keeps his mouth shut, curious to see what the Jedi is going to do.

Cal sits there for longer than is smart, but they’re not on a mission or in active combat, so Bravo doesn’t say anything. His breathing is even, almost like meditation. Another second ticks by, then another, and then Cal is squeezing the trigger with the sort of patient skill that takes people years to learn. Must be a Jedi thing.

The shot goes high, hitting just the edge of the paint. Cal swears in Huttese, insulting himself, which just makes Bravo’s jaw drop. If what Cal said is true and he’s never picked up a rifle before with the intention to shoot, then he has no reason to be mad at that shot.

“What the hell?” Gabs gasps. “You were lying!”

Cal laughs, highly entertained. “Nope, still not lying. Paint me another.”

Bravo does. “Ten-thirty.”

He doesn’t pause as long to squeeze the trigger this time, three heartbeats, and the bolt hits the target a couple centimeters from bullseye. “One more.”

“Fourteen-twelve. Far as we can go.” The canyon isn’t wide enough. It’s impossible that Cal’s getting better the further they go out. Bravo refuses to believe he’s never done this before.

Sure enough, even with the paint faded at this distance, the Jedi hits bullseye. Cal moves off the scope, expression purely ‘loth-cat who got the cream.’ He clicks the safety on and rolls onto his back, thrusting his hands up triumphantly with a giddy laugh.

Gabs kicks the bottom of his boots obnoxiously. “Hey! No! You were definitely lying. What the hell was that?”

Bravo’s still staring at the last tree. “I’m with Gabs on this one.”

Cal props himself up on his elbows, surveying them with a suddenly somber expression. Gabs stops kicking his heels, getting serious. BD-1 boop-whirls comfortingly…encouragingly? Cal smiles fondly at him. Bravo sits up cross-legged, waiting patiently. Cal keeps secrets. They all do. The two of them have only been working with the Jedi for a couple months now, and Bravo knows there’s a lot more going on in that head of his than either of them are ever going to know, but this seems more serious than when he told them about Bracca, or what’d happened during the Purge.

“I have this ability,” he starts slowly, eyes flicking between them as if he’s still making the decision to trust them, Bravo realizes. “It’s called psychometry. People, events, experiences, they leave an imprint in the Force, an echo of the past. I touch something and I can feel it happen.”

Bravo glances at the rifle. “You felt me shooting that?”

Cal nods. “I was in your place. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten an echo from a rifle, but this is the first time I’ve tried to use one, or a dozen, to shoot it. You’re a good shot.”

“So are you,” Bravo says dazedly.

Gabs tilts her head. “Is that how you knew the vault codes back on that mission on Nar Shaddaa? An echo?”

“Yep,” Cal says, popping the ‘p.’

“Huh, that’s really useful.”

Cal laughs, throwing his head back at the force of it. “Yep,” he repeats, eyes crinkling at the corners. Gabs smiles back. The Jedi doesn’t laugh nearly as much as she thinks he should. He has a nice smile.

“What other skills does that work on?” Bravo can’t help but ask.

“Most of them. I’m limited by the length of the echo and, you know, my human-ness, but if I get enough echoes of the same thing, or they’re long enough, it gets pretty stuck in my head.”

“That’s really useful.”

Gabs kicks Cal’s boot again to bring his focus on her. “Thanks for trusting us with that,” she says sincerely. “I know you Jedi are a mistrustful bunch (for a good reason, I know) and we’ve only known each other for a little while, so thanks. It means a lot.”

The crinkle around Cal’s eyes stays there as he smiles bright enough Bravo makes a joke about needing sunshades. “You’re trustworthy people. BD likes you.” The droid whistles his agreement. “See? Now, c’mon, let’s get back to what we were doing before Bravo got all ‘Cal needs to learn how to shoot.’ Saw wants us on Norsid in three weeks.”

#cal kestis #jedi survivor #sw bravo #sw gabs #do they have actual tags? #the rifle mentioned is a canon rifle but i stopped looking at #pictures of it once i got the name #so i don't know if it has a cheek piece or a scope bc i was looking at real world rifles #i also don't know anything about shooting #so there's that #my writing #this is part of my gestalt series and will be chapter 5 (4)

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey Matt I request a muitan tickle fic have a great day ☺️

Hey friend! (Matt? I'm Squiggily :D) I gotcha covered! This kinda turned more into Lee!Tanjiro, Ler!Muichiro but I hope you like it anyway! :3 Have an amazing day!

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Staaaaaaaaaaaare~

Ever since the battle at the Swordsmith Village, Muichiro had been working on and improving his social skills. He greeted people properly now, spoke up during meetings and whatnot, and even smiled- something that, according to Lady Kocho: “Shocked everyone at the Hashria meeting so much they all nearly dropped dead.”

Tanjiro had a hard time imagining it, but the thought of Giyu falling over like a shocked statue did make him giggle.

Their relationship going forward was also a surprise. Tanjiro didn’t think anything would come from that battle, but here he was, sitting with Muichiro at the Butterfly estate having tea. In the past few months, a slow but steady friendship had begun to form.

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaare~

Even if it had a few…hiccups to overcome.

“Umm….Muichiro? Is there something wrong?” Tanjiro couldn’t help but ask after another long moment of eye contact coming from the Hashira. That was a thing Muichiro did a lot; he just kinda….stared at people. At first, Tanjiro chalked it up to zoning out; it was a regular thing Muichiro did before- perhaps old habits carried over?

But this- this was different. His eyes weren’t glossed over, and he didn’t seem shaken up when Tanjiro spoke. He looked focused- like he was trying to tell something to him through his eyes.

“Tanjiro.” That was another thing; this oddly meaningful way Muichiro said people’s names. It was as if he was trying to remind himself what they were.

“Yes?” Tanjiro asked again, more curious than anything.

“.....Can I tickle you?” That shocked him. Tanjiro blinked, taking in the odd request as he felt his face flush. He wasn’t used to people asking so…directly.

“Erm…why?” Better to get more info!

“Mr. Tengen and Mr. Rengoku-” There was a soft hitch to his voice. Muichiro looked sad at the mention of the later. “They used to do that all the time to me. I never…” He waved his hands, shaking his head free from his sudden thunk. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a tickle fight with anyone. Would you…have one with me?”

Tanjiro watched him curiously, the beginnings of an easy smile pulling on his mouth. Something about the whole thing reminded him of his younger siblings. “Well…okay. I suppose it’s only fair given how often they tickled you.” Muichiro perked up, earning a laugh from the other. “But you only get so long before I get to tickle you back!”

“Thanks, Tanjiro.” Muichiro smiled- a breathtaking sight. Tanjro smiled back as he laid down, tucking his arms behind his head. “So erm…where do I begin?”

“I’m not telling you that! The fun part of a tickle fight is to find someone’s tickle spots.” Tanjiro winked at him, closing his eyes. “You’ll know when you find a good spot.”

Muichiro nodded, a look of determination on his face. He loomed over Tanjiro, considering where to go. He rested his hands against his sides the way he’d seen the other Hashira do. “Like…this?”

Tanjiro hummed, waiting. Muichiro pressed in.

“AH!” The brunette yelped, wincing. Muichiro’s fingers felt like metal pressing into him. “Too much, too much!” He cried, gently catching the other’s hands. “Gentler, Mui- like you’re petting a cat.”

“Oh?” Muichiro tried again, his finger far lighter. Perhaps too light. It felt like a bug was crawling on his skin. “Is that better?”

“Hm…maybe a bit more pre-ehehehehehehhesure!” There it was! Muichiro perked up at the sound, encouraged. “Thehehehhere you gohoohhoho! Juhuhuhust like thahahahhhat!”

“Oh wow…so this is tickling someone.” Muichiro mused, something proud in his voice. “Interesting.”

Turns out- Muichiro was a fast learner. Where Tanjiro figured he’d have a few moments to prepare before the worst came, he soon found himself laughing like a child as the other’s fast fingers danced across his skin, pressing and pinching and scratching- unlocking new techniques in the span of five seconds. “Muhuhuuhuhuhuhichihihihihihihihiro! Ahehahahahhahaha yohohohohou’re dohohohoohohohing grehahahhahhahat!”

“I know.” The other puffed with pride. “Say- where are you really ticklish?”

“I’m nohohohohot theheheellin-EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” The brunette all but squealed when his belly was pressed into, making him curl up like a bug.

“Found it.”

“MUHUHUUHUHUICHIHIHIHIRO PLEAHHAHAHHASE!” Tanjiro cried, cheeks rosy and eyes misty. “STAHHAHHAHAP!”

At the cry, the Mist Hashira did so. Pulling his hands back, he sat back and watched as Tanjiro curled onto his side, gasping for air. “Did I go too far?”

“Nohohooho, noohohoho…yoohohou’re okay.” He reassured, waving a tired hand. “Juhuhuhust need a mihihihinute.” In time, the tightness in his chest loosened, and he found himself buzzing with warmth as he turned back to the younger man. “You did pretty good- that was some serious tickling!”

“Hard to say, really. You’re just super ticklish.” Muichiro poked him in the belly, earning a squeak. “I won’t know for sure until I tickle someone less sensitive.”

“True, true. But for now- it’s time for payback!” Tanjiro smiled deviously as he tackled the other, pinning him to the floor. “Let me ask YOU, Muichiro. Where are you most ticklish?”

“.....I don’t remember.” Frustration touched teal eyes. Tanjiro smiled patiently at him, squeezing his shoulder.

“No worries- like I said; that’s the fun of tickle fights! We’re just gonna have to find them all!” He raised wiggling fingers, eyes dancing with glee at the giddy anticipation playing on Muichiro’s face. “Get ready, cause here I come!”

Thanks for reading!

#demon slayer #tickle #tickle fic #muichiro tokito #tanjiro kamado #kept this vague so can be read however you prefer! #I miss writing lee!Tanjiro he is BABY #I love them your honor

[camojacketfag]

How do you balance being yourself with being what other people want you to be because as a gay man I don't like seeing femininity in other gay men so I try to act masculine to make people like me more but then I feel like I'm being fake but it also repulses me to act gay as well. And I don't like how a lot of gay people use being gay as an excuse to act badly toward others and entitled to treat them badly. And then I go to stores and no one is acting friendly toward me and it makes me so upset because I just want people to like me and I don't like feeling left out and I feel like in America we have to degrade ourselves and try to look poor and sloppy to garner sympathy from people around us and it's so pathetic and even the rich dress poorly because they have such little respect for the public spaces they inhabit.

I went to the BMV recently and the lady was so fucking kind man. I was wearing my usual go to, camo shirt, boots, and whatnot and then I somehow talked about my past relationship with a guy and her entire demeanor changed. It was so quick too. And I spotted it like a motherfucker. Suddenly I could tell I wasn’t who she thought I was. Part of me felt incredibly frightened and embarrassed like how I usually feel being a f*g from the Midwest, yet I also felt a sudden surge of power over the situation like I’d never felt before. How fucking beautiful it was to subvert the image I portray and proudly declare my queerness. How uncomfortable I made someone feel for simply acknowledging that perhaps men who dress and behave “stereotypically” also can perhaps be as gay as I am. Before I would recoil in shame and anguish at the simple thought of my inferior existence for my “odd” sexual preference, but as time has gone by I’ve realized how amazing it can be to subvert someone’s entire rhetoric by simply existing. It all goes back to the fact that my parents and people who raised me never quite possibly provided a safe enough space for me to explore who it is I was. Femininity synonymously being tied to the gay experience is something worth celebrating and acknowledging but there’s also a part of us that never quite really gets to explore the depths of our masculinity simply because so many people assume that because we like men “we want to be women” such an odd and antiquated concept. Now that I’m older I’m using my time to explore the caverns of the man I’d like to be, sexuality aside. I find comfort and power in subverting what many expect of me. In the end man, you can be whoever the fuck you wanna be, once you find out who that is, you’ll realize that an odd glance or look isn’t gonna deter who it is you’ve molded. Queer. Feminine, masculine, entirely fluid, breaking the mold, turning it upside down, breaking its boundaries, until you can finally acknowledge your reflection in the mirror and like what you see. That’s all that matters man. The rest is just confetti. And please for the love of god or the fucking universe or whatever the fuck, BE KIND TO YOURSELF.

#revelations

[clark-reviews]

Album Review: 👍🏼Recommend

Lana Del Rey, Incense, The #1 Male Sex Toy in the World, and the Auto Play feature on YouTube Music?

The secret recipe for turning people into Taylor Swift fans isn't once size fits all, in fact, when it comes to the moment a talented artist grabs your attention for the first time, I think of it more like a meet cute. Cupid doesn't care who you're with either, he's sneaky like that. I had no intention of listening to "Midnights". In fact, Taylor Swift wasn't even on my Pop music radar until she infiltrated my bedroom solo act, with Lana's masterpiece, "Born To Die", as the sonic backdrop I had consented to.

As though Lana had lovingly snuck Taylor into the room and revealed her as a surprise birthday gift, "Snow On The Beach" auto played right after Lana's album ending track, "Lucky Ones". I have to admit, as though I was audibly blindfolded, when Taylor's track started, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I couldn't tell them apart! "Snow On The Beach" has Lana's red lipstick-stained cigarette butts all over it. She seamlessly weaves in and out of Taylor's (surprisingly) sultry vocal delivery, never taking control of the song. But she's there in the room, the whole time, making sure I'm still okay with this cunning sleight of hand.

My second order of business for the night was to check and see if Lana had just silently dropped an album on me without telling me first. One that included this new song. To my surprise, it's on Taylor Swift's new album!? As a man who appreciates a good musical rabbit hole, I delved further and started "Midnights" from the top. Because "What's the big idea?" and whatnot.

To be perfectly honest, I chuckled at the title of the first track "Lavender Haze". My mind immediately connected it to "Purple Rain" and well... It was a cute moment. I've since read that this album contains Easter eggs, albeit, this may not be one of them. I hit play though and I got smacked in the face with the most uncannily Dua Lipa sounding song on the whole album. This is a good thing though, we like Dua Lipa. And it's refreshing to know that Taylor might have taken some influence from her, and chose to give her a lovely nod to begin the album.

"Maroon" is an interesting track as well, because it's always the second track that sets the pace of an album, in my opinion. Just as a single note isn't a melody until there's a second note to compliment it. In music theory this is called an interval. And in this case, the previous track was in B-flat Major, and "Maroon' is in G Major. Not to get too technical, but this interval the first two tracks created is called a "minor 3rd" (m3). For reference, the first two notes of Moonlight Sonata form a minor 3rd. I already know this album is going to be a little bit sad. And boy did it deliver! Because "Anti-Hero" is in E Major, and we now have a descending diminished arpeggio taking us into the third song. Taylor is building suspence with this track order!

In most albums, you'll find that the third track is almost always a single. "Anti-Hero" comes in loud and clear. Taylor's voice is now front and center with that gorgeous verse melody. The starting lyric is "I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser" and her command of that falsetto on the word "thing" sells the lyric to me at full-price every time. What a mature delivery, to attach to such a doubtful line about oneself, but sing it so confidently. There's something special about this song. It's a song about insecurities, and I'm humbled to hear it sung so proudly. Whatever she was going through, seems now resolved. We enjoy those moments, don't we.

After "Snow On The Beach" we have a few more tracks that seem to explore even further -Taylor's latest pop sensibilities, with "Bejeweled" being the bubbliest one of all. For my personal preference, I wasn't too impressed with it. The song seems a bit crowded with too many lyrics and Taylor seems to breathe between words at odd moments. It's probably more suitable for fans of her previous bodies of work. Let's just say that if "Bejeweled" had played after "Lucky Ones", I wouldn't be writing this review, and I would have never heard one of the most hauntingly beautiful pop songs I've ever listened to, and it's been on repeat since 11:47pm last night...

*Song Spotlight*

That song is "Labyrinth", and it has the honor of a spotlight. Let's listen together.

If Labyrinth doesn't successfully heal any emotional wounds of yours, then it'll proceed to inflict one, clean it, dress it, and kiss it for you.

This song took me back to 2012. I'd met a beautiful young lady at an airport terminal in Copenhagen on my way back from visiting my mother in Norway. We had a meet cute that led to us spending the next 32 hours holding hands, loitering the airport, waiting for her to tell me to smile again and again, and wishing to never go home. As I finally boarded the flight that separated us, she kissed me on the lips for the first time since we'd met. It was at that moment that "Labyrinth" should have started playing over the loudspeakers. Because in my mind, when I think of that moment, this song belongs to it. This song gave me closure, and I'm grateful.

To close out the album, we have the cleverly celebratory lyrics of "Karma", the rich and sweet nostalgia-inducing "Sweet Nothings", and "Mastermind" could have very well been the first song on the album, because it perfectly encapsulates the lyrical pretenses of every song on this album. She's acknowledging that she's in control of every rushing memory she penned to the sheet, every winding road she willingly drove while sitting in the driver's seat.

Taylor Swift took me on a ride with this album, and I'm inspired to take her up on her next foray into the throws of adult womanhood. I have trust in her now.

#taylor swift #midnights #album review #labyrinth #Youtube

[confessions-official]

i feel like im so fundamentally different from everyone else. not in a "quirky omg not like other girls!!" way or whatever or in an edgy teenager way, not like there's anything wrong wiht that we all have our phases but. i've been called weird and strange and odd and every synonym of the words above a million times over my entire life and i've tried so hard to be like everyone else. i've tried time and time again and every single time i just come off as more weird or too much or too little or just too something. i just don't think i can anymore, i give up at this rate. but i've tried so many times. at this rate i just come off as intimidating and i think i'm done trying because it's better than coming off as awkward i guess. im kind of stuck in an infinite loop because i can only be around folks ive known for years to actually feel like i can exist without having to be somebody im not. i cant meet new people because im unapproachable, i hate being approached, and i cant approach people. i cant keep conversations going with folks i dont know or make small talk or greet them or whatever. im completely inapplicable to what most people consider a normal conversation. im generally just so outcast from everybody else and i can't figure out why. i try to observe people and i read article after article and try to look at their vocab and body language n whatnot but i just cant do it right. its like im missing one little piece of it and maybe that's it being natural but it's not like i can do that. i can't just "be myself" either, i've tried and it didn't work out for the better. i'm not a particularly bad person either, nobody's ever come to me to talk about anything of the sort like that and if i had hurt them in some way i apologized and quit doing x thing. i try literally so hard. i fight so desperately and yet all i get over and over nowadays is just "youre scary lol" or something of the sort. it's either that or the same old same old of being considered odd n whatnot. i dont know why but i cant fix it. it's not even my fault but its like im just somehow completely wrong or unacceptable or something. i think i give up on trying. i kind of expect im going to end up alone at some point if i lose like the one person im actually comfortable around but if the only way to get people to like me is to desperately attempt to be someone im not for the millionth time im not going to do that. this is frustrating and annoying and exhausting and i just cant deal with the constant repeats anymore. whats the point in trying to meet new people if they all act the same way about me and never tell me why i come across so out of place. this sucks. i dont know what im expected to do anymore

 

#confession

[bitchfitch]

"I mean, I get why you use the bandana over your face," Whiskey drawled while pretending to be more interested in their other bodies nails than in the conversation. "Sand and bugs and whatnot ending up in your mouth can't be pleasant."

"But what's the deal with the one under your hat?" the other finished for the first.

"The sun. S'ops me loosing more scales than I already have." Tago gave in reply.

"Liar." both halves of Whiskey said in unison.

" 'M not. Tha's the 'ruth. Is good for dousing in the river 'oo. Keeps me cool."

"It's a lie."

"Because you Know there's an actual reason you started doing it."

"And how'd you know tha'? Is no' like you can read my head like you do everyone else."

"Don't need too. You're an Awful liar."

"You get all fake macho. Youve never looked me in the eyes without telling a lie you know."

"So? Wha're you going 'o do about i', s'arligh'?"

"Be disappointed in you."

"And cut you off from your drink."

"No more brandy until you tell your Whiskey the damn truth."

"Why'd you even care? Is just a piece of fabric -"

"Because it's a piece of fabric you're lying about."

"Whiskey-"

"Tago."

"You're gonna laugh."

"Promise I won't."

Tago sighs and rubs at the bridge of his nose. "Is because I was envious ok? When the wi'ch made us all man, we kep' a lo' of wha' made us... Us. All the others had hair and i' felt weird being the odd one out. S'ar'ed wearing i' 'o feel more, I dunno, like a cri'er tha' belongs on 'wo legs."

"That's it? It's because you're bald?"

"Tago I thought it had to do with some curse or whatnot,"

"I was worried sick for you with how antsy you get without it."

"Thought it was something Serious. you Lied about it, Tago baby."

"Is s'upid! I know tha', drop i' now."

"Fine, Fine. If you wanna be crabby about it be my guest. But new rule, that thing ain't allowed in my bedroom no more."

"No more of this, mostly clothed bull to cover for it. You let Whiskey feel those pretty scales of yours or you find another bed to slither into."

"Bully," Tago hisses at them dryly. "Fine. Bu' no bi'ching a' me when you're sad you've go' nothing 'o dig them 'alons of yours in'o."

#just a lil test for them #Im probably going to give Tago his t's back just because its obnoxious to type like that

[vacantgodling]

Tell me about Jenna and her crushhh

What's their dynamic like? Are they endgame?

helloooo thanks for dropping by!

jenna’s (mostly aesthetic) crush is on the IT girl at their small high school/metro (do they even have a working one? probably not) area, chloe mathilders.

here’s a sim of her LMAO she’s black also :3

jenna, chloe and carlos have all known of each other since elementary school, but they ran in different circles. while jenna was wandering off of school grounds during recess, dragging carlos after her, chloe was in the classroom playing with dolls and socializing with the other kids. middle school hit and chloe became athletic and tried almost every sport and jenna would be wandering the separate field with carlos identifying trees and magical creatures that lurked in the bushes. other kids ostracized jenna because she is So Visibly Autistic that it’s impossible to hide, but chloe never really engaged. she didn’t necessarily stick her neck out but she just didn’t pay attention to jenna and carlos or go out of her way to be cruel to them.

jenna’s (aesthetic) crush on chloe probably started when they were around like 5-6th grade and this is around the same time that jenna got into burlesque and pinup models. for those that don’t know that’s jenna’s Huge special interest, especially if they’re 20s themed or closer to the og style and a prominent feature in many models is obviously the beauty mark. jenna’s crush truly developed because she saw that chloe had a beauty mark, associated it with her special interest, and has been kind of quietly admiring her for years. it’s not your traditional kind of crush because jenna isn’t like In Love with chloe; she doesn’t go out of her way to learn about her or what she does, or who she spends time with. nor does she try to get noticed by her at all. she just likes looking at her LMAO.

so for a very long while up until high school there was just nothing. no relationship no dynamic, just a person you’ve known your whole life via proximity but never any deeper than oh you exist. and then chloe ends up needing their help with a supernatural Incident involving her mother (i still have to figure out what exactly the issue is).

MIND YOU: no one in this wip knows about magic sans for the mcs and whatnot so magic existing at ALL is news to chloe. sure, she heard jenna talk all the time about how her moms were witches and shit like that (bc jenna is incapable of lying) but like everyone else she just thought jenna was weird — she didn’t think it warranted jenna being picked on BUT she did just think she was odd. so magic existing? crazy. she doesn’t know who to go to, cuz her popular friends would no way in HELL believe her if she said that some magic bs happened. so she ends up going to jenna and carlos.

carlos, is immediately suspicious of her intentions (bc he protecc) but jenna as always is pretty happy to help her. even probably says something so straightforward like “well, carlito, we have to help her. i mean, how often does your crush come up to you and ask for help?” and chloe is very HUH?????? but to be fair so so much of chloe in this story is her being like this is fucking insane and carlos is like yeah welcome to the club.

chloe ends up gaining a respect for carlos and jenna and ends up getting surprisingly close to the two of them. but it doesn’t mean she gives up or shuns her friends, though she is more vocal about people leaving jenna and carlos alone.

in terms of endgame, they’re not, never become an official couple. chloe is straight, and jenna having being autistic and ace as modifiers for being a mspec lesbian makes her not really like apt to pursue a traditional romantic relationship. she, chloe and carlos do get very close. (i can see chloe confiding in carlos and saying honeslty sometimes i wish i could be into girls and be in this world of y’all’s. i just don’t know if i’m cut out for it and carlos gives good advice etc etc). but i mean, even at the end of the day, jenna’s eventually gonna become a virtually immortal witch and immortalizes carlos as her familiar so even if she and chloe were a thing chloe would end up dying unfortunately (in the long run).

N E WAY tho, real end game is carlos and jenna lmaooo.

#s: jenna the reaper

[simmeons]

while getting text for answering an ask i found a hidden vamp/priest short story/one shot that was actually.. pretty good! so, eat up my pookies

"What do ye do during the daytime anyways? I mean, other than sleep."

The vampire paused.

"I do not do much else."

"Okay, okay. What about during the night? What then?"

"Whatever comes to my mind first, I suppose."

I cross my arms and my legs, getting comfortable with the man sitting next to me. It's dark out, the both of us sitting alone in the church. I never understood why this vampire was so interested in this place, considering it's a holy place. But here he is, spending his precious night talking to me.

"That's not much of an answer." I frown.

"I answered you, did I not?"

"Aye, ye did. But can't ye be specific? I mean, do ye go out to parks or something? There's no way anyone would be out at a park during the night." The vampire is quiet for a moment before speaking up calmly.

"I have not considered that yet." His deep blue eyes look at me, his hands are placed politely on his lap. He's all pristine, sitting straight and hair all done neatly. He reminds me of a porcelain doll.

"Tell me how it goes when ye try it."

"I shall."

That answer makes me smile, the corners of my mouth curving slightly. I see how he doesn't smile, but his facial features seem to relax. He's never smiled, or shown a lot of emotion really. It was creepy before, but now I've come to appreciate it.

"Well? What do ye do then? If it's not going to parks, and whatnot." I'm not trying to force an answer out, but I can't deny the yearning to learn more about him.

The vampire looks away from me, and I can metaphorically hear the gears turning in his head. Everytime I ask him something he'll look away from me. I don't understand the meaning behind this odd little mannerism, but I don't mind. It's cute.

"Sometimes I will just "hang out" in the woods." The vampire turns to me as he speaks, doing air quotations while saying "hanging out". I know he doesn't completely understand human lingo, and it's sweet he's trying.

"Are there other vampires there to talk to?"

"I have not met another vampire in those woods, so no."

"Isn't that kinda lonely?"

He shakes his head. Well, if I was the only vampire in this town I'd be lonely. Who else can I talk to about my vampire problems?

I hear the slight chirping of birds, and I turn around. The sun is starting to rise, the animals of the village waking up.

"The sun is rising," I say aloud.

"I see that."

I turn back around and see the vampire standing up from his spot and I feel a sense of sadness.

"What do ye sleep during the day?" I blurt out, which makes the vampire rasie a eyebrow at me. "No- I mean, are ye safe? Do ye have a safe place to sleep from the sun?"

He hesitates. I can see it in his body stance, the way he seems a bit more defensive.

"I manage."

I've only known this vampire for 2 months, and I know I shouldn't be feeling this way over a creature of the night- but I feel worried. I'm worried if he is completely safe from the deadly sun, I'm worried if I won't get to talk to him tomorrow.

My eyes drift to the floor, looking at my boots. I want to help him, but is that too weird? Am I coming off too strong? Certainly not, I'm helping a friend! There's nothing wrong with that. Aside from how the church may feel about this..

"Ye can stay in my house today," I bring my eyes up from the floor to look at the vampire. I'm surprised to see his human arms are no longer there, but a huge pair of bat wings. You know what? Just don't question it, Monty. "If ye want to, that is."

The vampire places his "hands" on his hips, the bat wings bending slightly, little bat claws grip his clothed hips. I feel a sensation crawl up my neck like fear, but it's confusion. It stays there like a thought in the back of my head as the vampire looks at me, before it warms into something more of acceptance.

"I suppose I cannot deny your.. kind offer."

"Really?"

"Please do not make me repeat myself."

"Right, I apologize. I'm just surprised," My legs bend and move as I get up from the wooden bench, putting my hands together in front of myself like a polite priest. "I'm glad ye'r accepting nonetheless."

Now a new problem. Just how am I going to get him to my house?

We're both silent. I know he's waiting for me to speak, so I pull some words and thoughts together.

"Just how big are ye as a bat?" I've got a few ideas, but I really need his cooperation.

He blinks at me a few seconds before speaking. "About 3 inches."

3 inches?!

I would've thought such a tall and menacing vampire would be one of those big, large scary bats. Not something that could fit in your hand.

"Uhm.. well," I pull through my small bout of shock to pull back a flap of my priestly uniform. "Ye can hide here. I don't trust just holding ye in my hand. Light could still seep through."

"I appreciate your thorough concern." I nod, holding out my hand. The instructions are clear. I stare for a moment, but he's not doing anything.

"Are ye going to transform or..?"

He frowns. "I was hoping you'd look away."

Oh. I didn't consider transforming to be embarrassing to a vampire.

"Right, I apologize." I turn my head and close my eyes, but I keep my hand out. It's all quiet for a moment or two, and then I feel it.

There's a small amount of weight on my hand, and it's furry.

Opening my eyes I look down and see a small bat looking up at me. It's possibly the cutest thing I have laid eyes on, the small claws wrapped around my fingers for support. Its little eyes are staring up at me, ears swiveling around and listening.

I can't fight the urge to bring my other hand up, pointer finger out, brushing the soft back of the animal.

It's incredible. Rough fur, but it's pleasant all the same. The tiny bat makes a small noise though, and I see that as a snarky remark from the vampire. I should've asked his permission to pet him, but he's too adorable like this.

"Sorry, ye'r just too cute." I whisper sweetly, but the bat doesn't seem very impressed, if they can even look impressed. It makes the same noise and clings to my hand, moving down it slightly. "Ah-ah, I got it."

I bring my hand up to my chest, pulling the flap back again. The little bat crawls off my hand and onto my clothing, little claws digging into the fabric. The little nails dig somewhat into my skin, but it's too much of a small pain to be angry about. I let the flap go, and the bat is covered up.

"Hang on tight, laddie." I get a teeny muffled squeak back.

I make sure to not walk too fast out of the church, making sure to lock the doors behind me. Thankfully my house isn't too far from the church, Father John made sure his students' needs were met and what not. The sky is a deep purple, orange and pink, truly beautiful. I feel bad that the vampire doesn't get to see the Earth's beauty such as a sunrise. I'll be sure to find a way.

I tried to keep a small conversation with the tiny bat, even if it was one-sided. I told him about how pretty it was outside, thinking maybe it would help the walk be less boring.

"Lots of warm colors. Sunrises are always very pretty." I spoke softly, keeping a hand on the front of my chest to make sure the flaps of my uniform don't open and harm the bat. "I'm sure one day I'll get ye to see it."

I could've been imagining things, but I swear I felt the bat snuggle closer against my body. It makes me feel.. warm, happy, all inside my body. It feels good.

—--

I fumble with my keys slightly before opening the door. The door creaks slightly. I need to fix those hinges.

"Alright, we're home." Tossing my keys on a table next to the door I close it behind myself. I don't get a peep from the bat.

I open my flap to see if it's okay, the lack of response a little worrying. But, I'm relieved to see the small creature's eyes closed, face pressed into my shirt.

I waste no time getting to my bedroom, the only one in the house. Closing the blinds and shutting off any lights in the room I sit down on my bed. The bat needs to get off me, but I'll feel horrible to wake it up.

My hand goes to the small bat, touching it again. Still soft.

"Hey, I need ye to wake up." I pet it again, feeling the small furry cheeks. That does it, the little creature opens its eyes, turning to look at me. "C'mere."

It listens, moving to my hand. I move my hand to my pillow. The small bat crawls off my hand onto my pillow, getting situated again.

"That's better," I sigh and smile. I grab a blanket and lay it out on the bed, tugging it slightly up to gently cover the bat up. It seems scared or confused of the blanket, squeaking at me and moving away. "Hey, it's okay. It'll keep ye warm."

It stops trying to get away, beady eyes looking up at me. I pull the blanket over the small thing, covering its body.

I'm relieved to see as it seems to relax, little hands adjusting to hold onto the pillow more, closer to its body like it's getting comfortable. After a few seconds, it's eyes close, ears twitching a little more before they still.

I can't help but smile, and I have to bite my hand to repress a loud squeal fighting in the back of my throat. I didn't know how the vampire could be any cuter, but seeing him as a little bat tucked in on my pillow is definitely one way.

#not proof reading this so hate past me for it

[localrobosexual]

i think i just. need to come to terms with the fact that there's a very, very high chance that i'm just straight up aromantic at this point. but instead of this being a joyous thing like when i discovered what asexuality was for the first time and everything clicked and i Understood, this one just. makes me sad

honestly this post right here really sums it up best. I don't think i've ever felt more othered and alienated than trying to come to terms with the fact that it's looking more and more like i may be just straight up aro.

which is extremely odd to me because normally I wouldnt give a shit!! i wouldnt!! i'm super secure in and proud of my asexuality and u would think that it'd be the same with coming to terms with being aro!! but it's not!! and i'm just confused and sad and frustrated abt it!!

i honestly think it may be because I have some friends that are like. either currently dating someone that I'm also friendly with, and/or are actively seeking a romantic partner right now. And will tell me about shit and the people they're seeing or things their partner does and it feels like there's something wrong with me because I just. Genuinely do not understand. I don't get it. I don't get the appeal of trying to find a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner. I keep thinking along the lines of like "why do you keep trying when you've had so many dates and guys fall through? what could you possibly be looking for that makes that worth it?" and apparently the answer is. romantic partnership. that i just. don't understand. I feel like a teenager again, when my acquaintances and whatnot at school or when i used to go to a church youth group would talk about their crushes or guys they were into and/or pursuing, and I felt like there was something wrong with me because I didn't understand what they were talking about, or what they were feeling. I've never had the desire to find a partner, or get married, or even be like. in a poly group even, if that'd be an option. none of that appeals to me

there have only been two times in my life where i tried dating, thinking that maybe with those people i was feeling what other people were describing as crushes and whatnot, but both times those feelings completely went away after like. a few months. and i'm pretty sure there is a label for that, for losing feelings after someone reciprocates, but i'm not really big on microlabels and I honestly just don't care enough to unpack that tbh. it's not that deep and i dont want it to be that deep

i know that there's nothing wrong with me. i know that i'm not broken, i'm not unfeeling, i'm not an (forgive the chicle term) emotionless robot or whatever, but at the same time i just. feel so left out. Romantic partnerships are always apparently gonna be held to a higher standard than my personal relationships with allo friends and it sounds really selfish of me but it does hurt a little. just because i don't understand. and I never will. and I say that all the time, like, "straight people are wack" when my straight coworkers talk about their relationships or just even straight up telling my friends that i dont understand the appeal of dating around. Ofc i'm happy for them, and wanna support them, and get a kick out of playfully teasing them about flings and bad dates but at the same time i just. man i dont even know. this sucks. it sucks. i don't know how to navigate this and all i'm left with is just feeling sad and empty and othered

#words of meg #vent #i guess #aro friends and mutuals are ok to message abt this btw #i could use some mutual insight #or just. sympathy lmfao #lame i know

[honeybeewhereartthee]

My Darling Dolls AU: Dolls, Gods and Tatsumi Kazehaya

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Your second doll is Tatsumi. A doll you saw inside a church. It was point out by a odd ball neighbor of yours who always seem to be in the water.

...

Your walking in your neighborhood with Mayoi safely hidden in your (somewhat see through inside bag but tinted outside)bag pack.

Your about to go to the crossing when you saw someone in the fountain in the neighborhood park. You walk closer to the location and saw a familiar person. Kanata.

His a somewhat friend slash acquaintance of yours since he only been out of his place rarely since they are over protective of him, he said it's because he is a god (or so proclaim to be) everyone who worship him, don't want him to be harm, dirtied or rip apart (the last part was weird statement but you cannot ask why it's added thru).

You can count the times you and him talk. It is kinda weird someone like him who seems to be well off in status would chat with you, but he said You have just forgotten about how you two become friends in the first place because of an accident you cannot remember happening to your life.

He is odd but you cannot judge him as you play with dolls since long ago, which makes you both odd. What a perfect friendship.

"Hi~ hi MC-chan~ wanna puka puka with me?" He softly and slowly called out to you as he open his eyes to look at you as he float in the water, with his cloths on.

"Ahm... I don't know your out so I don't bring extra cloths." You scratch your head apologetically yet you already remove you shoes and socks. You look at your watch and see you still have extra time to spare to run back to your place to change.

"But sure~~ hehe." You put your bag fixing where you at and start to float with Kanata in the water. The feeling of water in your skin felt like your in space. You don't need to worry about the water being clean or dirty as Kanata cult would have made sure every water source around thr neighborhood block would be clean enough for their 'god'.

While mindlessly floating, you hear Kanata seating up as the water splash around you.

"Nee, neeeh~ does mc-chan still love dolls?" Kanata ask as he stare at you with a soft smile on his face.

"Hmm." You nodded your head as you look at the direction of your bag. "I love dolls. Like mayoi~~ I really really like mayoi~~" You said proudly.

"Ah... If that certain toy hear your words, it would so heart broken, ...This made me want to record it and made it listen to it in a reply... just to see it's broken hearted face... "

You heard Kanata mumble something odd again. You wonder if Kanata have a sadistic tendency in that soft and puka puka personality of his.

"Why did you ask btw?" You change the topic as you don't want to dig deeper at his odd sentence.

"Hmm, you see. A follower talks about a doll in a church.... It have a similar outfit like your own... " He draw a location using a water in the side of the fountain. You stared at it, then to the ocean boy.

"...woah! I'm actually looking for a lead for a similar doll! Thank you very much Kanata! Love you very much! Hehehe!" Your an honest and open minded child who would tell what you felt to the people. You hug Kanata before you went out of the fountain.

Through at that time when you hug him, it felt weird because it remind you of the feeling how it felt hugging mayoi in his human form. It's not that they felt non human it's just the aura or presence. Or whatnot.

You can't explain it but maybe that's your mind telling you that they aren't normal.

You grab your bag and waved good bye to Kanata, your going back home to change and go to the location he told you about. Not even looking back, you don't notice Kanata disappear and a doll similar to him seat there, flopping back to the water, looking back to the starry sky with it's doll eyes.

"Ah... That's a surprise... MC chan never fail to surprise me... I wonder... If I should help her again... Ah... Maybe next time... I could ask her that.... " Kanata is a one of the original darling doll but he don't have an owner, he does have playmate but they aren't his owner.

He is a doll that is use to be the symbol of god, as well he have a label that made him different from other dolls.

Maybe Because of the praises and worship of all his cult follower. He have gain enough love and care to be human without an owner, maybe he gain too much he gain some odd ability like granting wishes. He too have a duty for his fellow darling dolls that held responsible for as long as he could remember.

Kanata felt someone picking him up, he stared at the green eyes of the new comer.

"Ah... Your late. MC-chan left already." He mumble with a soft smile that seems to mock the other.

"Ah. So mama is late it seem. Well I was busy with idol business, gotta be the best solo idol in the world after all...~" Madara mumble smiling fakely as he put Kanata on his pocket. He turn to leave the place to go to a certain cult to return Kanata back as ordered by his so called parent.

"... puka puka..." Kanata mumble as he thought about the past. He have no interest to chat more to the toy.

There's many way for darling Dolls to gain human form. But the only important way is to gain love. Be it be from owners to people who idolize and worship you. Being an idol is another way to stay human. Because being in the idol industry means there's fans that would continue to support and love you.

Yet sometimes Kanata mumble if it's better if he have a owner like you, or at least be someone like Madara who share special connection with you.

...

You manage to get to the location and saw the said doll, on its knee praying to the holy. Mayoi is quick to point at it when no one is looking.

"Tatsumi...!" He called out to the doll from a far. The doll don't hear him through as it's focus on its prayers.

No one seems to give care about it. But your quick to ask the person in charge of the church if the doll have an owner.

The priest look at you oddly and wave you off. Your free to take away that satanic possess item he said.

Mayoi who's in your hands is shaken when he heard those words being describe meant for the praying doll. You can't say anything because the priest is about to start his Sunday prayer.

Your quick to grab the doll who seems to went limp the moment his been hold. But your softly hold him to your arms with Mayoi beside him.

"could it be... " The praying doll mumble as he stare at the fellow doll beside him but he cannot ask questions as they are in a public place. But looking at the side view of a familiar batch/unit mate. He is certain it is mayoi.

...

It took almost haft an hour to come back home and went to that church. But you did good job for today, as you close the door behind you and went to your bed.

You place the two in the bed and inspection the new doll for any minor problem with his body, you saw something wrong with his leg, it's somehow stick even through it's only have few thread connecting it together.

"I'll go get some equipment." You mumble as you left to get the said items. The moment you left mayoi move to look at tatsumi. "hi... It's been a while. " He mumble. Tatsumi is surprised yet he smiled" so it's really you, mayoi-san!"

The two chatted by the time you come back they have told what seems to be summary of what they have miss out of each other life in those past years.

"hihi! I'm mc. I'm going to fix your leg if you don't mind. " You said cheerfully as you seat on the side of the bed, looking at the rolls bad limb.

"Oh! I am tatsumi" he is quick to bow down his head and introduce himself to you. "...but .. You really shouldn't bother about it. I cannot even feel it..."

MC: but I insist.

You says as you softly grab the doll legs and apologize for being rude and pain. As you began to fix his limb. Tatsumi stared at you in wonders. He thought he just saw an angel that was sent by god, for his long waited wish.

Mayoi stared at you with a wide proud smile" mc is really a nice person... Ah... It makes me wonder how much luck I give up to have them as my owner..."

Tatsumi who seems still question all the events that happen suddenly mumble"... Are you an angel?" He ask you which made you pause.

MC:lol me an angel? You should say demon lol. Cause I lie and did some bad things. I mean not murder or bad crimes. I could say I'm not pure and holy as an angel. I just love dolls. Ùwú also I'm done. Now it looks like it's new.

Tatsumi: ah... thank you very much... But could I ask you why you taken me home?

MC: ooh. I want to find you because you are mayoi dear friend right? You can stay with me if you want. The house is big enough for more people or dolls after all. Ehehe.

Tatsumi: ah. But I don't want to be problem...

MC: huh... You won't be. Welcome to your new home tatsumi!

You hug him and hug mayoi who felt left out through he won't openly admit that fact and would be down for the whole time in the sideline, but since your with him for years, you know quiet a lot about him. You felt warm when you hug them, somehow it felt safe and warm.

...

Tatsumi as your doll would always felt like he don't belong and felt daze when he stare at you and mayoi in his human form preparing the dinner. He too is in his human form that he never thought would be in again.

Your a soft hearted child who easily like things or people when they gain your soft spot and care deeply to people or things. Love to offer for a hopeless darling doll like him, who thought would have his days be ended with him endlessly praying and hoping for a day, like this would happen.

But he soon open up to you to be himself that he never thought would appear again. One of the things he did when he start to be open up to you two, He would encourage you and mayoi to pray every time through but won't force it, it's just a habbit he have.

Maybe because his a doll label as the 'priest' or something of opposite of mayoi, who is the phantom. The other two doll is too, label with things that would make them stood up yet the two says you learn them once you see the last two yourself. When you ask what kind of dolls are the other two.

It seems that, Your always seems to have a bad dream about an accident or an event. The elder alkaloid dolls you have always hears you moaning in pain and calling out for someone crying in agony. The only way to calm you down is when you hear a lullaby, knowing that fact, mayoi and tatsumi would sing to you either it be raining or sunny. As long your fast asleep with a wonderful dream, as it's one of the simple things they could do to repay you for taking them in and loving them.

You did sometimes sees tatsumi doll body become large when mayoi is mumbling things you can't hear clearly. Tatsumi would nag mayoi for his unholy thoughts like a sermons of a priest.

He really do have kin sense when someone did some unholy things. Through he won't pray much to your business as a respect you and mayoi is much worse than you in some aspects.

Tatsumi would willingly volunteer to assist you if your out shopping, since mayoi cannot stand the crowds he would be left in the house to take care of the house work.

Through sometimes you would drag mayoi out when you want to buy some cloths for those two or look for more clue for the other two dolls.

At those times, somehow Tatsumi gain attention not just because his a good looking man with short light green hair and purple eyes. It seems his someone once famous from before yet no one have guts to come close to you two as you went shopping in wet market.

You wonder what he does before and ask him. He said he once an idol. One of the things that he discovered that would help him be human, yet an accident have happened. He failed and he failed his dear friend he wish to continue singing with.

He did add the fact he don't have an 'owner' but people who proclaimed as 'family'--he said people would take darling doll home to be a family as sometimes they base on dead people image and characteristics or maybe they cannot have a child. The family of his is someone who handle the church.

That's why he act like a priest yet he cannot find LOVE from his so called family, he discovered what's idol is all about. He wanted to share love to people and be loved back. His plan work till it failed. He wish he could sing for people again one day, but having you as an owner still outweigh such hopeless hope.

You left and wonder about future plan after you heard about tatsumi confession of his past and dreams.

A/N: Love. There's many different form of LOVE. So keep that in mind.

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